"Why would the Guanghan Palace Master rather take an ordinary little girl as her disciple than any of us geniuses? Is it just to mock us?"
"The disciple selection ceremony is not a contest of grievances."
"We demand an explanation."
Thirty thousand candidates were boiling with indignation.
No one could have imagined that Xia Ningxue would choose a direct disciple who suddenly burst into the ceremony—a little girl.
This little girl appeared unremarkable; how could she compare to these dragons and phoenixes among the people?
The noisy candidates fell silent when Lu Changsheng glared at them.
They almost forgot that not only was this the territory of Guanghan Palace, but Xia Ningxue's partner was also here.
As Lu Changsheng's divine sense swept over them, each one was as silent as a cicada in cold weather.
It was clear that this Tai Hua Holy Son was fiercely protective of his wife.
