In the middle of the night, the lights were dimming.
The meeting had lasted for quite some time before a group of people walked out of the hall, their faces carrying a touch of despondence and helplessness. You Yu, Zeng Ke'er, and Xi Jun did not leave, still sitting in their chairs, facing each other in silence.
You Yu held a cup of tea, sipping it over and over, suddenly sighed and said, "Do you still remember the day we started our journey?"
"Of course, I remember. That day I followed my fellow disciples into the great formation and felt the awe-inspiring atmosphere, thinking that my rise to prominence was just around the corner," Xi Jun laughed.
"I didn't have any particular thoughts about it; after all, my place was pre-determined," said Zeng Ke'er, nearly fifty, still irritating as ever.
"Hehe, it seemed like several hundred thousand people came that day, and in the end, only a little over a thousand were accepted."
