Morning.
"Hey, Little San, wake up." Tang San jolted awake. Seeing that it was Oscar, he asked, "What is it?"
Oscar grinned. "Of course there's something. When I got up this morning, I saw you sleeping on the floor. You usually go up to the roof around this time. What happened today? Did you get dumped?"
"You're the one who got dumped." Tang San shot Oscar an irritated glare, then glanced out the window. There was no bottomless hole in the training ground. Could last night have been a dream?
Shrek Academy's entrance.
Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Master stood before the academy gates, looking at the six spirited children before them, their hearts filled with pride.
Level forty—this was a realm ordinary Soul Masters generally only reached around the age of thirty, and only if they possessed a certain degree of talent.
Yet these children before them were no older than seventeen, with the youngest not even fourteen. Still, they had already reached such a level.
There might have been a few miracles involved, but more importantly, these little monsters possessed astonishing talent.
As the ones who had discovered them, how could Flender and the others not be proud?
"Where's Lan Xue?" Flender suddenly asked.
"Wow, don't tell me, Little San, last night you..." Oscar waggled his eyebrows at Tang San.
"Don't get the wrong idea." Tang San glared at Oscar again.
"Teacher, I'm late. Awoo." A soft voice came from nearby.
At once, everyone—especially Tang San—looked toward the voice. But the next second, all the men blushed and turned away. Master, Flender, and Zhao Wuji all began coughing, while every girl stared at Lan Xue with sparkling eyes.
Sure enough, although Lan Xue had changed into clean clothes after waking up, she had been so groggy that