Not to mention that Chen Ming and Ji Juechen were both born with extraordinary talent in spiritual power—even the tracking abilities of the three behind them were enough for anyone who was not exceptionally dull to notice.
But it was only a spar, not something shameful. If they wanted to follow, then let them follow.
If they had simply said they wanted to watch, they could have gone together.
Since the competition had only just ended, most of the match venues were undergoing maintenance. Only a few were left open for students dissatisfied with their rankings or performances in the competition to fight in.
When Chen Ming and Ji Juechen entered an arena, a middle-aged male Soul Master who looked to be around fifty, his figure already starting to fill out, was standing on the arena grimacing as he rubbed his lower back.
Sweat poured down his forehead, and even his clothes were rather disheveled. He clearly looked like he had just undergone some intense exercise.
Seeing people enter, the middle-aged Soul Master responsible for the arena immediately straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put on a stern expression.
"I recognize you two. Ji Juechen from Class Three, Year Three, and Chen Ming from... Year One, class one, right? I'm Yang Xun, the person in charge of this Training Ground. Just call me teacher Yang."
After saying that, the Yang-surnamed staff member swept his gaze over the two youths who appeared to be roughly the same age and asked in confusion.
"You two came to this Training Ground for sparring. What are you planning to do? One of you is a third-year, three-ringed Soul Elder, and the other is a first-year, one-ringed Soul Master. Don't tell me you came here to spar?"
"That's right, Teacher Yang. We