One month later.
Shrek City.
Blacksmith Association.
Soul Masters flowed endlessly in and out of the association building.
Although its construction had begun much later, this was Shrek City after all, where the greatest number of Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent gathered.
Even though no Forging Master was stationed at the Blacksmith Association branch in Shrek City, some Soul Masters still believed that, due to their millennia-long reverence for Shrek Academy, this branch would eventually surpass the others.
Soul Masters suited for Forging registered with the association and attempted to join its ranks.
"Our president is learning alongside us too?"
"The president is from the Body Sect. Didn't you watch the Soul Fighting Tournament? As a Soul Ancestor, he beat up Soul Kings in one-on-one matches."
"But what does that have to do with him becoming president?"
"You're too stupid. The Blacksmith Association is, plainly speaking, a faction too. Becoming president naturally depends on connections."
"He may look ordinary, but judging from his performance in the tournament, he'll at least become a Titled Douluo in the future."
"Oh, then it's fine."
Amid the discussions about their president, Zhang Wei, other bits of gossip gradually began to mix in.
"Hehe, you definitely don't know this—Zhang Wei used to be a student at Shrek Academy."
"Hm? What do you mean?"
The number of Soul Masters joining the conversation immediately doubled, while many more in the surrounding area pricked up their ears to eavesdrop.
"My second brother's aunt's eldest aunt's grandson's nephew is a Shrek student, in the same class as Zhang Wei. It seems Zhang Wei was expelled."
"Huh? Expelled?"
Even more people began listening in.
The president of the Shrek City Blacksmith Association branch had actually been expelled by Shrek?
"That information is correct. My son studied at Shrek Academy