What Kind of Master Is This? Have Some Shame!

Flender brewed a pot of tea and dug out two tea cups he had treasured for years from the cabinet.

He poured Yu Xiaogang a cup of tea.

He deliberately placed it by the latter's left hand.

After downing a cup of scalding tea, Yu Xiaogang finally felt a little more comfortable.

He was now genuinely worried about Tang San's safety.

If Tang San could not be found, where would he find another experimental subject that met the requirements so perfectly?

How else could he prove the invincible theory he had researched for more than a decade?

What would he use to show off in front of others?

At that thought, a figure surfaced in his mind.

It was Huo Feng.

He could not help but feel regretful. When Huo Feng had first enrolled at Notting Academy, if he had focused his attention on him instead...

Would Huo Feng have been willing to take him as his master?

If that had happened, he would now have some capital to show off before others.

He shook his head. There was clearly no point in thinking about that now.

Yu Xiaogang knew perfectly well that Huo Feng was even less likely than ever to take him as his master.

What a pity. Just like earlier, he had come before Flender full of confidence, ready to show off.

In the end, he had talked himself up for half the day, only to find that Tang San was not at Shrek Academy at all.

Where was he supposed to put his old face now?

If Huo Feng had also been his disciple, the outcome would obviously have been different.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang suddenly become somewhat dejected, Flender took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.

They started by catching up on recent events, then gradually moved on to reminiscing about things that had happened more than a decade ago.

An hour passed quickly.

Looking out the window, the sun had already fully risen.

The wisps of mist that had filled the air had also vanished.

Flender checked the time. It was about right.

At this hour, the teachers and students in the academy should all be awake.

He stood and walked to the door, his gaze falling on Yu Xiaogang.

"I'll go get Vice Dean Zhao Wuji. He's fully in charge of this year's entrance examination, so you can ask him directly in a moment."

Yu Xiaogang nodded without saying anything.

Seeing this, Flender opened the door and left the room, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's quarters.

Less than half a quarter-hour later, two figures returned from the distance.

Hearing the footsteps, Yu Xiaogang turned to look.

Because they were backlit, he could not make out their faces, but he could see their outlines clearly enough.

One of them had a well-proportioned build. It was clearly Flender.

The other walked beside Flender.

The latter was burly. Though he was about the same height as Flender, his broad shoulders were nearly three times Flender's width.

Even from far away, Yu Xiaogang could see the explosive muscles on his upper body.

"This man must be the Vice Dean Zhao Wuji Flender mentioned, right?"

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, then turned back around with a cool, aloof air.

As if he knew nothing, he lowered his eyes and began sipping tea.

In truth, he had heard of Zhao Wuji's title as the Immovable Bright King, though he did not know much about it in detail.

Soon, Flender and Zhao Wuji pushed open the door and entered together.

Only upon hearing the door open did Yu Xiaogang put on an act and rise to his feet. He turned around and revealed his trademark stiff, ugly smile.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly forced out a smile in response as well.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, Flender quickly stepped between them and began introducing them to each other.

"Come, Wuji. You haven't met him before, have you? Let me introduce you. This is my old companion from back then."

"Just call him Master. Almost everyone in the soul master world calls him that."

Listening to Flender's introduction, Zhao Wuji sized Yu Xiaogang up from head to toe.

He was an utterly ordinary middle-aged man, with a stiff face and a ramrod-straight back. At first glance, he looked somewhat dull.

Moreover, the way he looked at Zhao Wuji carried three parts arrogance, four parts indifference, and two parts impatience.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt displeased.

What kind of fucking Master looks like this? Can't he even look someone in the eye?

But out of respect for Flender, he said nothing. Pretending to be surprised, he spoke in a mocking tone, "So you're Master. I've heard so much about you!"

"Who in the soul master world hasn't heard of Master and his invincible theories? Now that I've seen you in person, you truly are extraordinary!"

"Seeing you once is better than hearing of you a hundred times. Hello, I'm Zhao Wuji!"

As he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji displayed a very friendly smile.

Flender immediately sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

He had never seen Zhao Wuji so slick-tongued before. While he was still in a daze, the situation became even more explosive.

After saying hello, Zhao Wuji politely extended his right hand toward Yu Xiaogang.

It was their first meeting, and a handshake was only normal courtesy.

To that end, he even bent forward slightly.

Yet after waiting several breaths, Yu Xiaogang across from him showed no reaction at all.

Zhao Wuji instantly became unhappy.

I've never fucking met anyone like this.

Just then, Flender tugged him from behind, slightly jerking his chin toward Yu Xiaogang's empty right sleeve.

Only then did Zhao Wuji suddenly understand. So this Master was fucking missing an arm?

Why hadn't anyone said so earlier?

When he looked up, Yu Xiaogang's face had already turned slightly livid.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly extended his left hand.

Only then did the latter's expression ease somewhat.

Thus, that simple round of polite preliminaries was finally, barely completed.

Seeing the atmosphere relax, Flender smiled and said,

"Xiaogang, this is Shrek Academy's vice dean, Zhao Wuji."

Yu Xiaogang nodded. His stiff face barely squeezed out a trace of a smile as he said in an exceptionally flat tone, "So you are the renowned Immovable Bright King. I've heard much about you."

Zhao Wuji waved dismissively and chuckled. "The dean said you came specifically to see me about something?"

"We're all friends here, so just say it!"

He went straight to the point, lest the more they talked, the more issues came up.

"There is indeed something."

Yu Xiaogang replied simply. Then, without the slightest politeness, he pulled over the only chair in the room and sat down before continuing, "I have a disciple who previously graduated from Notting Junior Soul Master Academy. Some days ago, he came to Suotuo City to take Shrek Academy's entrance examination."

"But when I arrived at the academy today and spoke with Dean Flender, I discovered that he is not at the academy."

"I heard that Vice Dean Zhao Wuji was fully in charge of this year's entrance examination, so I wanted to ask whether you saw my disciple come to take the examination?"

Yu Xiaogang rambled on for quite a while. After hearing him out, Zhao Wuji nodded.

After all that fucking talk, you still didn't say what his name was?

Are you asking questions into thin air? Still, he patiently asked, "Master, may I ask what your disciple's name is?"

"Tang San!"

Yu Xiaogang answered.

"Tang San?"

Zhao Wuji looked thoroughly confused and bluntly replied.

"Never seen him."