There were already quite a number of disciples from other academies who were already in the Yan Country's Imperial Capital. As the Spirit Battle Tournament had not begun, many of them were roaming around the Imperial Capital to see with their own eyes the prosperity of the mightiest country.
Five horse carriages rumbled on passing through the main thoroughfare. Many of the disciples of the other academies had immediately recognised the banners of the Zephyr Academy and they all came to a halt immediately, fully extending their necks to peer at the convoy of one of the three top academies. At that moment, their eyes showed not one of envy but were instead filled with a tinge of mockery.
"Why have the Zephyr Academy sent so little people this year?" A youth asked, his face greatly puzzled as he stared at the carriages moving further away from them.
