Afternoon.
When Zhao Xuan and Grandmaster returned to Shrek Academy, Flender and the others immediately crowded around to ask for the details. Seeing Grandmaster's exhausted expression and bloodshot eyes, Zhao Xuan helplessly told him to rest first before recounting the events to Flender and the others.
The group was left stunned, their faces filled with concern. The tragic state of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan naturally drew sighs from them all.
However, while they were surprised and caught off guard by Grandmaster becoming the chief soul master of the alliance formed by several factions, they also felt it was only natural.
After resting for a day, Zhao Xuan moved into a small courtyard on the far side of Shrek Academy's back mountain.
Several rather secluded little courtyards had been built on the far side of Shrek Academy's back mountain. Nestled within the woods, they were deep and tranquil. If one could not see the bustling imperial capital in the distance, anyone would have believed this was a remote mountain wilderness.
It was a simple little house of gray bricks, containing only a bed. In front of it lay a courtyard paved with bluestone, with no surrounding walls. Thick weeds grew right along the edges of the stone floor.
Over the past few days, Zhao Xuan had been refining the gains he had accumulated, integrating them anew and streamlining them as he sought a path to greater strength.
He found a meditation cushion and placed it in the courtyard. Sitting cross-legged upon it, Zhao Xuan began to take stock of all his abilities.
"My Soul Power is currently my weakest aspect. I am only at level sixty-seven. Though weak, it is also the ability with the greatest potential for development. With my spiritual sense and physical body growing slowly, I