A man in his early thirties, sitting in the corner of the hall, breathed a long sigh of relief.

There was no applause in the audience. The entire hall was only shrouded with an oppressive silence as everything ended. Moments later, Zhou Xianlong was the first one to stand up to applaud. Gradually, the applause began to spread and grow among the lecture hall, and the sparse pitter-patter of claps grew into an uproarious applause from everyone around.

There were some who were disappointed, and some who were resentful. But where there was a gathering of people, there would be competition. And where there was competition… those who failed to forge forward would naturally be left behind.

Qin Ye also applauded lightly as he swept his gaze around the hall. A number of people returned his gaze with an amiable look of their own. Simultaneously, his Momo app began to buzz frantically with notifications - hundreds of friend requests poured in all at once.

This time, he didn’t reject a single one of them. In fact, he accepted all of them almost immediately.

The probationary instructors who had failed to be retained couldn’t necessarily be said to have departed empty-handed. After all, those who could be earmarked by the First Academy of Cultivators for the position of instructor were all undoubtedly the cream of the crop. Who knows, the friendships forged through their time here could very well come in useful in the near future.

Xu Anguo smiled faintly as he looked around, “Thank you, everyone. We’ll take a ten-minute break now. Once the break...