Rejected From Three Classes

Xue Fanxin learned quite a lot about the distribution of new students from Wei Chen. She also knew that the four classes, Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow, not only depended on talent, but also on whether the instructors of each class were willing to accept the students.

If the mentor was unwilling, no matter how talented you were, it would be useless.

At this moment, there were quite a few people in the hall. The new disciples were all waiting patiently in line, and no one dared to say a word.

Wei Chen led Xue Fanxin straight into the hall and did not let her line up. Instead, he walked to the front and said respectfully to the five people sitting side by side, "Wei Chen greets all the teachers. This is a new disciple who has been admitted from the fixed spots. Master asked me to bring her here."

"Alright, since she's here, you can go now," a mentor said arrogantly.