After bidding farewell to her master, Liu Mei stepped into the crowded room.
The space was packed with kids seemingly older than her, some so tall she had to tilt her head just to see their faces.
"I wonder where my junior brother is," she thought, scanning the room before quietly taking a seat.
The preparation room itself was rather plain—just a vast hall filled with a few hundred chairs. Yet, the atmosphere was anything but calm.
Groups had already formed, some kids gathering in tight circles, making it difficult for others to move around.
Even before the selection process had begun, scuffles were already breaking out.
"Iron Claw, are you seriously doing this?"
"Hahaha! You were the one who came over here flaunting your family's name!"
Liu Mei's gaze flickered toward the commotion. A burly youth stood with one foot on a chair, looking down at another boy sprawled on the ground.
