When Huang Miao's team laid out the cultivation resources they had gathered on the stone platform, it sparked a wave of amazement among the thousands of disciples in the square, many of whom had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Even Ren Jingbo and the other high-ranking officials of Bitao Martial Academy exchanged glances with each other, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
One must know that Huang Miao's team was composed of three Inner Court disciples, one External Courtyard disciple, and one menial servant disciple. Such a cultivation team, in terms of overall strength, could only be considered average among the hundreds of teams that had ventured into the mountains.
Yet it was this very team that nobody had high hopes for that reaped a bountiful harvest on this mountain venture, securing the impressive rank of third place, so it was no wonder that it aroused everyone's surprise and bewilderment.
"Huang Miao, how did you get so many antelope horns?"