Fellow Daoist Mo Xuan, Thousands of People Gather
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On the following day, it was just dawn.
In the Chess Palace of Jin Nation Academy.
There were more than 300 fourth generation disciples who were arguing frantically.
"Li Yan, don't go too far, you guys were the ones who entertained the newcomers last time they came. This time, there are finally two more, and yet you want to vie with me. Aren't you guys going a bit too far?"
The person's voice was loud, clear, and full of anger.
"What's wrong with that? Xu Chao, Senior Brother Fang Lei said previously that the newly recruited students will be entertained by us. You guys can go and request for it if you want."
Li Yan's voice sounded in the academy's palace.
At this moment, two groups of people were glowering at each other furiously.
Li Yan was the leader of hundreds of people and was in a stalemate with the other side.