In the void, countless elders of Beimang Academy had constantly been using their Spiritual Power to scan the crowd below, preparing to find a few exceptionally talented individuals to take on as disciples and cultivate.
For death-defying powerhouses like them, taking on disciples was also of great importance.
If the disciples they taught turned out to be weak and tarnished their reputation as mentors, naturally no one would rashly choose to accept disciples.
"What of those with a modicum of fame? The so-called talents from outside are just the tallest of the short, hardly ranking in the academy."
Another elder spoke, his words filled with disdain.
"Their families are not bad, they were cultivated from a young age. If we see some talented individuals with potential and give them just a little cultivation, they would quickly surpass them."
"Of course, the resources of our Beimang Academy are countless times more substantial than the outside world."
