With everyone watching, the Qingtian Roc departed the Six Eastern Provinces and returned to the boundless East Sea.
At that moment, a group of young people were gathered inside a palace.
The crowd was split into two groups. One, of course, consisted of Ling Tianxu, Ye Chenyu, and their companions, while the other was made up of disciples from the Creation Academy.
"Congratulations to you all on entering the Creation Academy."
The speaker had an extraordinary presence. His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, he wore resplendent robes, and on his head sat a Purple Gold Dragon Crown. He naturally projected an aura of sovereignty, as if born to rule.
"And you are, Senior Brother?"
Jian Jiuge quickly stepped forward to greet him. Seeing as these were disciples of the Creation Academy, no one in his group dared to underestimate them.
"My name is Tang Lin."
The young man stated his name.
