There were 12 students standing outside of Divine Power Palace now that Zi Qian, Prince Huo Xing, and Yao Qingtong had joined them. Each one of them was a genius.
Boom!
When the first ray of light spilled upon the palace roof, the heavy palace doors slowly opened.
A silver-robed old woman and a golden-robed old man walked out from the doors. They stood on the nine-floors-high white stone stairs, looking down upon the 12 young warriors.
The silver-robed old woman looked about 90 years old and had a hunch back. She walked using a cane. Her brows and hair were grey, making her seem wizened.
She was none other than Qing Hua, one of the two Deputy Headmasters of the Western Campus.