The Eight Trigrams School received a lot of attention from everyone.
Under everyone's gaze, the Eight Trigrams School's disciples walked up one by one from the small pathway leading up to the hilltop. There were men and women, both young and middle-aged. All of them were wearing their Eight Trigrams School's robes with a black and white Eight Trigrams pattern printed on the front and back. It was an awe-inspiring sight.
"They're finally here!"
"They really dared to come!"
"Look, that's the fifth disciple of this generation's Eight Trigrams Palm, Song Jiao!"
"The Eight Trigrams School's Xu Fan is here too!"
"Who is that? Why have I never seen him before?"
"He's the ninth disciple of this generation's Eight Trigrams Palm. He's called Zhao Yunlong. He doesn't usually leave the training hall and I only saw him once last year. He is extremely skilled in kung fu and not many outsiders know that!"
