The quota was handed over to the three institutes. Although Qingqiu couldn't secure a good ranking and couldn't avoid losing face, at least it wasn't their problem anymore. And if they didn't go, they wouldn't have to face the ridicule from other controlling forces.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Hong Lian turned and left.
Qinglian Jiao and Bai Lian also left into the void.
"Buzz buzz!"
In the grand hall, as each figure departed, the doors of the grand hall shut close. On the main seat, the expressions of the three ancestors turned somber, with bitter smiles on their faces.
"These elders are truly shameless. If we send some genius disciples under a few elders to compete in this Control Gate contest, there might be a chance. As for the three institutes, with their shallow foundation established not long ago, how could they have any geniuses?"
One of the ancestors said coldly.
