Chapter 602: See You On Naihe Bridge With One Slash (1)
Li Xiaofei had assumed that the so-called selection process would involve a series of tests. He expected there would be evaluations of comprehension, examinations of physical aptitude and innate talent, and perhaps even tests of one’s temperament. At the very least, he figured there would be some formal procedures to follow.
But the reality surprised him. It turned out to be much simpler than he imagined.
“All descendants of the Yellow Emperor in Great Xia under the age of twenty-five with pure bloodlines and exceptional talent may come to the cemetery. They only need to walk a lap around the gravestones,” Li Lan explained.
“That’s much easier to handle,” Li Xiaofei remarked.
It seemed the Saints had their own unique methods of selection. Moreover, Li Xiaofei could sense that Li Lan’s approach was straightforward and efficient. She was much more reliable than Liu Shaji, who was often lackadaisical and dismissive.
With the plan decided, Li Xiaofei immediately turned to leave. He needed to inform Hua Qinglian, Hua Zhongyue, and the others about this development.
After he departed, a sudden gust of wind swept through the Cemetery of the Ancestors, causing the pine and cypress branches to sway. The rustling leaves sounded like whispers, as if the slumbering Saints were murmuring in the first moments of awakening.
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A Grand Commander’s decree quickly spread throughout Xiajing City. The government announced a large-scale youth memorial ceremony to honor the heroes who had perished in the city defense war. The decision seemed reasonable and well-intentioned. However, the choice of location—the cemetery behind White Deer Academy—caught many people by surprise. The memorial event was organized with great urgency.
Various institutions, schools, streets, and communities mobilized the eligible youth to participate in the ceremony. Before long, the once-quiet White Deer Academy was bustling with activity, as people arrived in droves.
Only a select few other than Li Xiaofei knew the true purpose of this so-called memorial ceremony to honor the fallen. But Li Xiaofei had no time to dwell on it. Between taking care of Tan Qingying, who was still unconscious, and fending off endless questions from her father, Old Tan, he was running himself ragged.