Eastsea Academy, Academic Director's Office.
Wu Changkong, dressed in a plain white training uniform, pushed open the door and entered, seeming to carry with him an icy chill that never melted.
His ice-blue gaze swept indifferently over Academic Director Long Hengxu before finally settling on the boy standing quietly to one side in the office room.
"Changkong, you're here."
Long Hengxu greeted him with a genial smile, long accustomed to this cold-faced teacher's aloofness.
In his view, people with genuine ability were entitled to a bit of pride.
Wu Changkong merely gave a slight nod in response.
Unbothered, Long Hengxu turned and gestured toward the boy beside him. "Changkong, this is the new transfer student. The academy is considering placing him in your Class Zero."
Wu Changkong's eyebrows immediately furrowed. His voice was cool and clear. "Class Zero only accepts monsters. You can't just shove anyone in."
"Don't worry." Long Hengxu's smile did not change, though a trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes. "This child absolutely meets your standards for a 'monster.'"
Wu Changkong parted his thin lips, about to object.
But the words Long Hengxu spoke next froze his reply on his lips...
"He's nine years old and already a three-ring Soul Elder."
The air seemed to fall silent for an instant. Wu Changkong's ice-blue pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
He abruptly turned his head and reassessed the boy before him, who had remained calm and kept his aura restrained.
Nine years old. Three rings.
Though he still knew nothing of the boy's Martial Soul or combat ability, his cultivation speed alone was enough to shock him.
Even at Shrek Academy, this was talent sufficient for direct entry into the Inner Court!
After a brief silence, Wu Changkong concealed the flicker in his eyes and returned to his usual