As Elder Yu's voice carried the name of the next disciple, the hall once again quieted down instantly, like earlier. Amidst the silence, a young man who appeared to be no more than nineteen rose from his seat at the far end of the hall and made his way straight to the stage.
"Hey, look. It's our Liang Yun!" A disciple pointed out his finger at Liang Yun as he spoke to another muscular disciple beside him.
"Liang Yun… He made it to the top 50." The muscular disciple said it with a hint of disbelief in his voice. But the very next moment, his face dropped. His eyes, which were locked on Liang Yun, abruptly turned sympathetic as he spoke, "Wang Yuan, Liang Yun's talent..."
Wang Yuan, the disciple who had spoken first, sighed and looked away from Liang Yun's figure. "Without a talent..there is no way." He murmured with a sorrowful voice.