Martial Artists had enormous appetites and ate incredibly fast. At an event like this, it was no longer practical for them to grill their own food; instead, professional service staff handled the roasting. These servers were typically in the second or third cultivation realms and didn't look particularly young.
Many Martial Artists, even after losing their chance for further advancement, were unwilling to return to their home planets and live as ordinary people. They had fought in the Fringe their entire lives and had long grown accustomed to its way of life. Going back to live among common folk would feel unnatural.
Besides, the vital energy in the Fringe was dense, and secret treasures would occasionally appear. With a bit of luck, they might stumble upon one and achieve a breakthrough.
Just then, Zhang Hu spoke up casually, "Feng Hua, let's split the freshmen's expenses for their first month. Before they go independent, they're all one unit, you know."
