All the disciples in the Soul Tower gathered the moment Harrison waved his hand to end the competition. The majority of them were beaten down as they failed to reach the fourth floor.
"The competition is over!" Harrison announced to the warriors standing around him. "Thirteen of you got into the fourth floor of the Soul Tower. As the competition ends, you'll be able to get a casting manual of the Casting Center."
Despite the overall dreadful atmosphere, the thirteen fit disciples were rejoiced by Harrison's words.
Among them were Kylie, Finley, Celia and Howell. Celia and Howell got their eyes viciously fixed on Ricky. They had never expected him to come out victorious against three middle spiritual kings and Celia.
Ricky shrugged and sneered in response. He'd never taken those people seriously or regarded them as worthwhile enemies. Even Meade was also just a minor obstacle for him to contend for the Heaven Soul Stone.
"As for the warriors who had reached the third floor, our Casting Center decided that you can become disciples of the guild, but not formal ones. Think about this as a chance. The choice is yours," Harrison announced again.
The announce got all the warriors down below gaping and amazed for a while. Not in a million years could they have thought to be granted such a chance. Even though they couldn't become formal disciples, it was still fortunate to join the Casting Center.
It was expendable getting free access to the advanced manuals, but being a member of the Casting Center could take the advantages of those manuals still available. The Casting Center's reputation went so far, even just some "unimportant" manuals were considered superior to those from the warriors' own clans and organizations.
After the first wave of shock, the news started to kick in. The warriors that got into the third floor grew even more excited by the second.
However, the setting wasn't all cheerful. Those who didn't reach beyond the second floor were left full of sorrow and regret, wondering why they hadn't put more effort to get into the third floor. Their thoughts walked bitterly through all the wasted opportunities they could've taken to reach the goal.
"As for the fifth floor, everyone, there are three people who made it." A curved and subtle smile popped at the corner of Harrison's mouth as he foresaw the clamors and reactions of the crowd.
The people didn't disappoint him. As expected, everyone started to chatter and gossip after hearing Harrison's declaration.
"What? Three people made it? Except for Meade and Ricky, who's the other warrior?"
"Who? Kylie? Finley?"
"Maybe it's Howell?" "Could it really be any of them?"
Even Ricky was mildly surprised with a third victor among them. Apart from him and Meade, it didn't occur to him anyone who was fit to get onto the fifth floor.
'Have any of them already become a casting master at the intermediate stage of Spirit Level?' Ricky thought to himself before he turned to Kylie and the others. The look on their faces, though, told him they weren't the ones.
As everyone kept busy trying to figure out who was the third warrior, no one noticed how unaffected Meade remained.
Harrison decided to put an end on the guesses and focused his gaze on the mysterious man in black. Then, he asked, "Young man, may I know your name?"
Immediately, all the eyes fell upon the man. And impressed, everybody started to ponder about the man's identity. 'Who is he? Has he got onto the fifth floor? How come we've never seen him before?'
"Master Harrison, I'm Lynch Qin. During my training outside, I became friends with Meade. And when I heard that there would be a casting competition here, I decided to take part in it," the young man in black calmly explained.
"Oh? Meade's friend?" Harrison murmured surprised. It wasn't only Harrison who glanced at Meade eagerly awaiting further clarification. Ricky couldn't avoid his own curiosity as well.
"Yes, Master Harrison. I befriended Lynch." Meade nodded slightly.
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