Freshman Class Zero dormitory.
After a night of Meditation Cultivation, Zhang Yangzi slowly opened his eyes. A glimmering black-purple light flickered within them, adding a touch of depth and mystery to his bearing.
During their cultivation, Soul Masters would be subtly influenced by their own Martial Souls.
Zhang Yangzi's looks could not be considered outstanding, but that was only in comparison to Yu Nanyuan and Tang Wulin. With this added air about him, he was still more than enough to become the focus of countless people's attention.
Warm sunlight climbed up to the windowsill. Refreshed and clear-headed, Zhang Yangzi breathed out a mouthful of turbid air.
Over these past three months, although Wu Zhangkong had tormented him until he was practically wishing for death, his entire being had undergone a complete transformation. Wu Zhangkong and the classmates around him had given him enough pressure, and because of that, his potential had been fully drawn out.
Pushing open the dorm room door, Zhang Yangzi happened to see Tang Wulin, already neatly dressed, walking out from the room opposite.
"Hey!" Zhang Yangzi greeted Tang Wulin in a flippant tone.
"Wulin, where are you off to so early?"
After three months of spending every day together, everyone's relationships had long since grown much closer.
Hearing Zhang Yangzi's voice, Tang Wulin, already feeling guilty, was instantly scared out of his wits. He hurried forward, wanting to stop Zhang Yangzi from continuing to shout so loudly.
"Yangzi, keep it down. Everyone should still be cultivating right now."
"Yangzi, don't mind him. He's getting ready to have a chance encounter with an upperclasswoman." A voice full of teasing drifted over. Xie Xie had somehow also walked out from the neighboring dorm, and he looked Tang Wulin up and down with a wicked chuckle.
Tang Wulin's face