Chapter 162
The freshmen assembly was a traditional activity of the Heavenly Academy.
It was also an opportunity for the students to get to know each other.
Atop the platform of the plaza stood the three Sovereign teachers who had participated in the ability test.
Gui You stood at the corner of the high platform, squinting his eyes, searching for Ye Qing Luo's position in the crowd.
When he saw Ye Qing Luo, his old eyes widened and waved excitedly at her.
As a master on the high platform, every move of his was watched by countless eyes.
This action of Gui You was naturally noticed by many.
They couldn't help but looked towards the direction where Gui You waved.
Their line of sight was fixed on Ye Qing Luo.
"Qing Luo, do you feel that … .everyone is looking at you …." Liu Xiao Yu had never been in contact with such a big scene, she subconsciously held Ye Qing Luo's arm and squeezed closer to her.
Ye Qing Luo's hand froze.
She had never been in such close contact with others.
Ye Qing Luo was not used to it, but she didn't hate this feeling: "It's not like we are shameful, let them see if they want to see."
Liu Xiao Yu was after all thin-skinned, her eyes drooped down and her cheeks were stained with crimson.
Ye Qing Luo sighed and gently patted Liu Xiao Yu's hand.
Raising her bewitching eyes, her expression sunk slightly. Her gaze transformed into a cold and sharp glint that pierced towards everyone who was looking over.
The powerful aura made the freshmen shrink their necks.
"Cough cough cough, the headmaster is here, the headmaster is here! Freshmen, please be quiet! "The master on the stage eased the atmosphere.
As soon as the voice fell, a white figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in the middle of the high platform.
That was an old man, a set of white robe covered him tightly, revealing only a pair of sharp and astute eyes and white hair scattered on his shoulders.
The body under the white robe seemed to have no bones, the white robe was hanging loosely in the air.
The old man was holding an agate coloured walking stick in his hand.
The agate jade on the top of the walking stick was flickering with electric brilliance, symbolizing his status — —
The Heavenly Headmaster.
The moment he appeared, all the freshmen in the field immediately shifted their eyes to the high platform.
Each of them revealed a look of fear, trembling as they stood straight and held their breath.
This …. was authority.
It was a majesty that made one's body react instinctively.
The entire freshmen area was silent, so quiet that even their own breathing could be heard clearly.
Even the old students and the Headmasters who were standing outside of the meeting were in awe.
The Heavenly Dean coughed lightly, his voice was old and full of majesty: "I, am the dean of this academy, welcome to the Heavenly Academy."
His voice paused, and he raised the walking stick in his hand.
A square-shaped stone slab appeared above his head.
"Everyone, take out your wooden tablet and stamp it on the protruding part of the stone slab." A teacher stepped forward and took the stone slab.
Then, he carried the stone slab and walked down the high platform.
Starting from the first freshman, each of them took out the wooden token they received when they registered and imprinted it on the stone slab.
Every time a wooden tablet was imprinted, the slate would emit a dazzling light.
The students took turns to imprint the wooden token, and the Heavenly Dean continued on the high platform: "I don't care what your identity is outside the school, or what class you are assigned to. Once you enter the Heavenly Academy, you have to listen to the arrangements of the Heavenly Academy."