Revenge?

The opening ceremony of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament was boring. Formalities like these were utterly meaningless, and they made Zhao Xuan feel as though he had returned to his previous life to attend a school sports meet.

At the beginning, bigwigs from the three sides gave speeches atop the platform, using them to encourage the gifted youths from academies across the empire. Their words could be summed up simply: you are the tomorrow of the Soul Master world, its future belongs to you, you are the glory of the empire, and so on...

The three representatives stood for the three most powerful forces in the world: Xue Ye, representing the empire; Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, representing the sects; and Salas, Platinum Bishop of the Heaven Dou Holy Hall, representing Spirit Hall.

The three spoke in turn, each of them casually delivering a string of words capable of inspiring young people. Zhao Xuan found that rather admirable.

However, after hearing them speak, Zhao Xuan, standing below the platform, could not help narrowing his eyes. These people gave him a strange feeling. At first glance, they appeared harmonious, but some particularly observant Soul Masters changed expression slightly, then quickly lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Principal Flender beside him. As the owner of an Owl Spirit, Flender's eyesight was naturally excellent.

Zhao Xuan said quietly, "Principal, Spirit Hall seems awfully aggressive. They actually dare to occupy the magpie's nest and recruit people right in front of Xue Ye."

Flender looked at Salas, the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall seated above, and said disdainfully, "Just a dog fed by Spirit Hall. What's he putting on airs for?"

After saying