The next day, Xie Yue and Sun Chuantao defeated their respective opponents and advanced to the final together.
Whatever happened in the final, the championship in the Low-Rank Soul Ancestor division would belong to their class.
They had a guaranteed championship-a situation rarely seen in the history of Spirit Hall Academy.
"Director Mills, if I remember correctly, Sun Chuantao only reached the quarterfinals in the peak Soul Elder division before. He never made it to the final, did he?"
It was not that Sun Chuantao lacked strength. Rather, the academy had many students who had delayed their graduation. They were older than him and had more combat experience, and that was where he had lost out.
With the Elite Class achieving such results, no teacher present felt more awkward than Mills.
Over the past year, he had reflected painfully on his failings and entered secluded cultivation several times, finally breaking through to the Spirit Saint stage.
Two Spirit Saints under one master was a rare sight at Spirit Hall Academy. It had certainly left his teacher, Bert Su, grinning from ear to ear.
But now that the Final Examination had arrived, reality stared him in the face. While the Elite Class had been in Mills's hands, not one of its students had ever reached the final in a Final Examination.
Yet once the Elite Class passed into Qin Yuan's hands, its students' strength immediately underwent a qualitative transformation, and they even had a guaranteed championship. Who could he possibly complain to about that?
Mills was thoroughly convinced. If not for his need to maintain his proud, untamable image, he would have praised Qin Yuan aloud.
He glanced at the teacher who had asked the question, gave a light snort, and offered no reply.
The teachers gathered in little clusters of