On the academy plaza, Su Cheng glanced at the crowd of nearly a hundred people and felt somewhat surprised.
This was nearly a fifth of the academy's total student body.
He and Ning Rongrong had only been back for a short while. How had everyone gathered so quickly? Hadn't they said the academy's students were scattered throughout various simulated training grounds, making it difficult to assemble them?
Meng Shenji smiled and nodded at him. "Word somehow got out about your Second Soul Ring being thousand-year level. Quite a few people wanted to see it for themselves. It was a fortunate coincidence—it saved us quite a bit of time."
Only then did Su Cheng understand. The other students had probably noticed him displaying his Martial Soul when he first entered the academy.
He casually scanned the crowd and spotted several obvious little groups. He had no idea whether Xue Beng's group was among them.
It did not matter if they were not. After today's battle, the Fourth Prince Xue Beng would very likely come looking for him himself. That was a man with ambitions as well.
In Su Cheng's imagination, Xue Beng should have been a weak but arrogant, overbearing playboy. Yet none of the people before him particularly fit that image. The Fourth Prince was probably not among them.
What he did not know was that Xue Beng was in the crowd at this very moment, looking around. It was simply that Xue Qinghe, whom Qian Renxue had been impersonating, had put him through enough misery over the past few years that he had become much more low-key.
Meng Shenji looked at the students, his expression becoming somewhat stern. He was no longer as kind and approachable as before.
"I imagine you have all heard that our academy has accepted