The freshman talent contest ended successfully. People's emotions could hardly be calmed for a long time, until Han Yan and others left, and only then did the crowd gradually disperse.
"I really didn't expect Jiang Qiling's Innate Divine Ability to be so powerful."
"Yes, earlier, even I was so mesmerized that I couldn't tell north from south, east from west."
"Twenty-one million, twenty-two million..."
"But he never dreamed that his master would be a woman, hahahaha."
"Jiang Qiling is surely feeling really aggrieved, probably still crying under the blanket now, haha."
"Twenty-seven million, twenty-eight million..."
On the way back, Tan Yu and Yu Shulin Feng were still excitedly reminiscing the astonishing turn of events in the final match, and occasionally interspersed were some equally excited shouts from Ling Baobao, although clearly not about the same matter.
