To Yang Qing, there were arrogant faces he couldn't wait to see transformed. Of course, there were a few good eggs within that group too. Those who had not let the four-month grace period dull their senses. Those who could still remember what life was like before they stepped into the Order, and what it took to survive, or those who could still remember how harrowing the entrance examination was.
That group though few still had the same sense of wariness and caution that they had when they were doing their examinations.
Yang Qing managed to spot nine of them from the bunch of seventy students.
He couldn't judge the students who were indolent, casually taking in the sights around them talking, laughing, showing little to no caution as to why they had been called to this battle arena.