After finishing Mei Mei's meal, Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen returned to their room on the second floor of the villa.
The two sisters still slept with their heads at opposite ends of the bed.
Of course, Wenren Sheng's family was not short on rooms. He could make a whole planet for each of them if he wanted.
But what people wanted was companionship.
The bigger the house, the lonelier it felt without anyone to keep them company.
And it was a hassle to clean, too.
"Wenwen, how strong are you now?" Zhao Han asked, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.
"I... I've already reached the level of an Otherworldly Master, and I'm more than ten times stronger than Otherworldly Masters of the same rank from before," Wang Wenwen said proudly.
"That's too vague. Put it this way: Teacher said Source Spirit Academy was divided into principals, teachers, and students, and students were further divided into excellent, good, and average. Which level do you think you're at?"
"Why isn't there a poor category?" Wang Wenwen asked instead of answering.
"The poor ones were all burned to death," Zhao Han said with a sigh.
Sometimes, she felt that certain Source Spirits really were pitiful.
But once they entered the human world, they became Anomalies.
Just as a flood in the deep mountains and old forests was merely a flood, but if it happened in a residential area, it became a flood disaster.
A tiger in the deep mountains and old forests was imposing, even somewhat adorable.
But appearing among people made it terrifying.
"Oh, that's hard for me to answer. I've never entered their academy to compete with them," Wang Wenwen said gloomily.
"Teacher has been there. Should we ask him to send us in, so we can see