"One hundred and forty-eight disciples?" Xuanyuan Zhou's disguised voice rang out as heavy as distant thunder, carrying a hint of threat with it.
"It seems like not everybody can recognize an opportunity when it falls into their lap. No matter, no matter; not everybody can find true success as a cultivator either. Stupidity of the masses is the one true constant through time and space."
With dying sunlight gracing her mysterious aura, Xuanyuan Zhou truly looked imposing, facing the crowd with her arms crossed and face hidden. Her opening line impressed even Han Xuhan, who was used to devising clever speeches to pull crowds.
At the very beginning, she had alienated the absent disciples from the present ones, and boosted the confidence of the latter group with a vague promise of power—how masterful!
"I'm not here to waste time, and neither are you. So let us begin the lesson. Be silent and pay attention!"
