While Wen Ran was trying to figure out how to get down from the cliff, the other members of the group were unconscious, too tired from their long journey. Many of the youngsters dressed in the light blue sect clothes rushed to their location. They carefully picked up each and every one of the exhausted members, carrying them to the bamboo house.
But when they stepped through the mysterious portal, none of them appeared in Wen Ran's location. It seemed the portal led each person to where their heart desired, and before them stood a building with a large sign above it that read: "Talent Hall." They carefully carried the unconscious children inside and laid them down gently.
"Wow, look at this one, she's a beauty." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old man said admiringly as he looked at Feng Yulan. He almost instinctively reached out to touch her face, curiosity driving his actions. But before he could, the girl around his age swiftly struck him with a fist to the top of his head.
