Knight Academy, Soul Tool Department.
At this moment, the area around the teaching building was packed with young students from the Soul Tool Department.
The young men and women stood in groups of three or five, most of them chatting excitedly.
The high-level Soul Tools they had seen in the exhibition hall under their instructors' guidance today had simply been too astonishing.
It filled these low-level Soul Engineers, who were still novices, with yearning, making them imagine the day they too could command numerous high-level Soul Engineers.
One person alone could match an imperial army. A Ninth-Rank Soul Engineer was an existence like a god.
It was the dream of every Soul Master in the Sun Moon Empire.
Besides those who had come out of the hall, there were also young students lining up nearby.
Tang Lan ignored the queue and headed straight to the front, intending to enter the Soul Tool Department exhibition hall directly.
However, after only a few steps, he was quickly stopped by several male students.
One of them said unhappily, "Hey, hey, hey. If you want to go in, you need to line up. Don't tell me you're trying to cut in line!"
Three male students who looked to be in their early twenties stepped forward.
The confrontation between the four of them quickly drew the attention of the surrounding students, who began pointing and whispering about Tang Lan and the three men opposite him.
But Tang Lan could vaguely hear that most of them were talking about him.
They were probably saying things like he had no manners, did not know how to line up, and only knew how to cut in line and cause trouble.
Tang Lan did not care in the slightest, much less bother arguing with low-level Soul Masters like them.