The Great Soul Arena was teeming with voices.
Led by Tang San, Yu Xiaogang arrived there.
To avoid being recognized by Dai Mubai and Flender, the two had deliberately disguised themselves.
Tang San had never understood why his Master was so insistent on arranging a meeting with Wu Qi.
"Little San, don't you want another fellow disciple?"
Tang San was initially confused, but then seemed to realize something. He hesitated before saying, "Master, Wu Qi has already caught the dean's attention. Wouldn't this be inappropriate?"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. "Since ancient times, geniuses have needed good teachers. Do you think Flender is a good teacher?"
"If I remember correctly, Ma Hongjun is his disciple, isn't he? And the age gap between you should not be that great. Think carefully about Ma Hongjun's strength. Is that the kind of disciple Flender taught?"
Tang San clicked his tongue.
On their first day of school, Xiao Wu and he had clashed with Ma Hongjun.
At the time, the flames Ma Hongjun unleashed had been quite powerful, but his actual combat methods were exceptionally lacking.
It seemed that aside from breathing fire, he had no other way to fight.
One had to know that Ma Hongjun had become Flender's disciple at the age of six.
Yet over those six years, Flender had not taught him much. In the Soul Beast Forest, Ma Hongjun had not even recognized many common types of soul beasts.
Indeed, in terms of teaching ability, Flender was far inferior to his own Master.
Seeing Tang San begin to waver, Yu Xiaogang added fuel to the fire. "Little San, your Master's earnest intentions are all for your sake."
"You have a good relationship with Wu Qi. If you became fellow disciples, it would be quite the fine tale."
"Cultivation requires a