Zhao Wuji's Disdain: What Kind of Crap-Looking Great Master Is This?

If Tang San was still in Suotuo City, there was still a chance of finding him.

But if the search area expanded any further, he would be helpless.

In that short span of time, Yu Xiaogang's mood had plunged from its peak to rock bottom.

There was simply no way to describe his current state.

He was no longer merely worried about Tang San's safety.

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

How would he prove the invincible theory he had researched for so many years?

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

At that thought, a figure appeared in his mind.

It was Ye Xian.

He could not help feeling regretful. Back when Ye Xian had first enrolled at Notting Academy, if he had focused his attention on him instead...

Would the latter have been willing to take him as his teacher?

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

Would Flender still have looked at him so coldly just now?

Just like earlier, he had confidently come before Flender to show off.

In the end, he had talked himself hoarse, only to discover that Tang San was not even at Shrek Academy.

Where was he supposed to put his old face after that?

If Ye Xian had also been his disciple, the outcome would obviously have been different.

He shook his head. There was clearly no use thinking about such things now.

Yu Xiaogang himself knew full well that Ye Xian now had even less than no chance of taking him as his teacher.

What a pity.

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

They began by chatting about how things had been lately, then gradually moved on to reminiscing about events from more than a decade ago.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking out the window, the sun had fully risen.

The faint mist in the air had also completely disappeared.

Flender checked the time. It was about right.

At this hour, the teachers and students in the academy should be getting up soon.

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

"I'll go get Vice-Dean Zhao Wuji. He is fully in charge of this year's entrance examinations. You can ask him directly in a moment."

Yu Xiaogang nodded without saying anything.

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

Only a few minutes later, two figures returned from afar.

Hearing the sound, Yu Xiaogang turned around with a lofty air.

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

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

After several days of rest, the injuries on Zhao Wuji's face had mostly healed.

For the first two days after Tang Hao had beaten him, he had not even dared step outside.

He was afraid the students would see him.

Only upon hearing the door open did Yu Xiaogang put on an act and rise to his feet.

He then turned around, revealing his trademark stiff, ugly smile.

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

Seeing the awkward atmosphere in the room, Flender quickly stepped between them and introduced them to each other.

"Wuji, let me introduce you. This is my old companion from back then."

"You can call him Great Master. Almost everyone in the Spirit Master World calls him that."

Listening to Flender's introduction, Zhao Wuji looked Yu Xiaogang up and down.

His expression was incredibly stiff. At first glance, Zhao Wuji had thought he had facial paralysis.

His back was held quite straight, but he lacked vitality. He looked weak all over.

Zhao Wuji had guessed right.

He was missing one testicle.

How the hell could he not be weak?

And soon enough, Yu Xiaogang would lose his second one too.

He had not even noticed that his voice was slowly beginning to grow thinner.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji noticed that the fellow's gaze toward him did not seem very friendly.

It held three parts arrogance, four parts indifference, and two parts impatience.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt annoyed.

What kind of crap-looking Great Master was this?

Couldn't he fucking look people in the eye?

Or had he simply been born with crooked eyes and a crooked mouth?

Out of consideration for Dean Flender's dignity, Zhao Wuji did not make an issue of it.

He merely feigned surprise and said sarcastically,

"So you're the Great Master. I've heard so much about you!"

"Who in the Spirit Master World hasn't heard of the Great Master with his invincible theories?"

"Now that I see you in person, you truly are extraordinary!"

"Hello, I'm Zhao Wuji!"

At the end, Zhao Wuji revealed a remarkably friendly smile.

This...

Flender immediately sensed that something was off about the atmosphere in the room.

He had never seen Zhao Wuji so sharp-tongued before.

How had these two started throwing sparks the moment they met?

Even the temperature in the room seemed to be rising.

On the way over, Flender had already confirmed with Zhao Wuji that Tang San had participated in the entrance examination.

He had also told Zhao Wuji that he was Tang San's godfather and teacher.

Tang San had thoroughly kicked Zhao Wuji right in the ass.

Naturally, Zhao Wuji would not have a good expression for Yu Xiaogang.

Since things had come to this, Flender hurriedly smiled at Yu Xiaogang.

"This is Shrek Academy's Vice-Dean, Zhao Wuji."

The latter nodded, barely squeezing a trace of a smile from his stiff face.

Then he said in an exceptionally flat tone,

"So you are the renowned Immovable Bright King. I have long heard of you."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand unconcernedly and chuckled.

"The Dean said you came specifically to see me about something?"

"We're all on the same side, so feel free to speak plainly!"

He threw out the question directly, lest the conversation drag on and create more trouble.

"There is indeed something."

Yu Xiaogang responded simply, then unceremoniously pulled over the only chair in the room.

Ignoring everyone else, he sat down and only then continued,

"I have a disciple named Tang San. Some days ago, he came to Suotuo City to take Shrek Academy's entrance examination."

"But after arriving at the academy today and speaking with Dean Flender, I discovered that he is not at the academy."

At that point, Yu Xiaogang put on an act and picked up the teacup from the table.

After taking a small sip, he continued,

"I heard that this year's entrance examinations were entirely overseen by Vice-Dean Zhao Wuji."

"I merely wish to ask whether you saw my disciple come to take the entrance examination."

Yu Xiaogang's tone was far from friendly.

It even carried a strong air of condescending interrogation.

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly.

Yu Xiaogang's manner of speaking disgusted him.

Anyone who did not know better would think you were the fucking vice-dean.

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to save Yu Xiaogang any face.

"To be honest with you, Great Master, the disciple you mentioned, Tang San, did indeed participate in the academy's entrance examination."

"However, he did not pass the academy's assessment."

Zhao Wuji's voice was exceptionally calm, and his expression did not change from before.

It was as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary.

Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, had completely pulled a long face.