Yu Tiancheng stood at the edge of the rooftop, his silver-gray eyes glinting faintly in the night.
He had sensed the fluctuations in Soul Power here long ago. When he returned, he happened to catch a glimpse of Hu Liena's fading silhouette as she left.
"Hu Liena went after Yu Xiaogang..." He frowned slightly, then understood. "Looks like Bibi Dong matters far more to her than I thought."
As for Tang San's reaction...
It was both within his expectations and beyond them.
"Fine by me." Yu Tiancheng gazed up at the pitch-black sky and murmured, "Someone else can teach that good-for-nothing a lesson. That saves me from getting my hands dirty again."
The night breeze swept past, fluttering his robes.
He turned and vanished from the rooftop.
Meanwhile, in the teachers' dormitory, Tang San still stood where he was, staring in the direction Yu Tiancheng had gone. Purple light swirled in his eyes, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
The next morning, in the main teaching building of Blue Tyrant Academy.
More than forty students sat quietly in the spacious, bright lecture hall, listening as a middle-aged instructor explained the "Essentials of Soul Power Control."
Most of them were second-year elites at Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy, with Soul Power Levels generally between twenty-five and thirty-five.
In the middle of the third row sat a broad-shouldered, dark-skinned youth—Tailong, a thirty-seven-level Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder and the top student in Blue Tyrant Academy's second year.
"The key to controlling Soul Power lies in one word: precision."
The instructor drew a diagram on the blackboard.
"With the same Soul Power output, precise control can increase power by thirty percent while reducing consumption by twenty percent. This is the fundamental difference between high-level and low-level Spirit Masters..."