"Only ten years!"
Ling Feng was not loud but everyone present heard it crystal clear. Such words were like cold water thrown over their heads. It made the disciples who had just joined the Holy Land of Qinglan question their future prospects.
The meaning behind Ling Feng's words was very clear. No matter how good one might be during their trials in the Secret Territory of Qinglan, to compete with the tens of thousands of talented disciples who came from the Magnum Solis would be tough. Only the top seventy-two disciples would be considered, but even then, it was only temporary until someone better came along.
The moment one entered the Holy Land of Qinglan, the cut had just begun.
In order to keep and maintain the rank and one's position as a disciple of Qinglan, one must rely on their own efforts and strength for ten years.
For those who were in the top thirty-six like Shi Mu, their future may be crueler than the others.