Pu Chundong smiled and waved his hand.

Because he knew that Ye Qingyan was a disciple of the Holy Academy, the four major academies did not entangle him anymore.

It's just that when he was leaving, the middle-aged man still didn't give up, and secretly told Ye Qingyan that if he could enter the Oriental Academy, he would definitely do his best to cultivate him.

Ye Qingyan shook his head and refused, and the middle-aged man had no choice but to leave.

In his opinion, even the Holy Academy could take a fancy to the person, and warned himself about the four major academies like that, which he had never heard of before, and it was obvious that the potential of this son was not limited to what was shown on the surface.

Of course, just on the surface, it's shocking.

The city meeting ended, this is the only time in Nan'an City for so many years that the city meeting has not ended after the competition.

Next, the four colleges found their own positions and selected the young people who came to participate in the selection.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd, Ye Qingyan said goodbye to Pu Chundong and quietly left Nan'an City.

On the way, he met Lin Zhenhai and others again, but the latter did not see him.

He was silent for a moment, and then left without looking back.

......

For more than ten years, Ye Qingyan has been staying in Yushan Town, and the farthest place he has ever been to is Nan'an City.

At this moment, leaving Nan'an City, Ye Qingyan looked into the distance, and suddenly there was a kind of nothingness