Long Chen followed the path, and it took a long time of walking before he finally reached the registration area. However, when he arrived, two disciples in white robes with a pill furnace’s mark on their sleeves were impatiently glaring at him.

“Why are you so slow? Do you realize that you’re over two hours late? Do you not know how to follow any rules?”

A wave of obscure anger instantly rose within Long Chen. He coldly said, “No one told me the time, so how can I be late?”

“You dare to argue?!” The disciple was infuriated.

“Try to pressure me any further and I won’t just argue. I’ll slap that mouth off. If you don’t believe me, you can try it.” Long Chen’s expression sank. What damn academy was this?...