"Teacher Zhao, you're such a grown man. Why are you still so childish?"
Bai Mu spread his hands, sounding innocent. "Who said that registering meant I had to take the assessment? And who said that passing the assessment meant I had to join the academy? Who made those rules?"
Zhao Wuji asked, "Then why did you come to register?"
"I just came to have some fun, spar with Teacher Zhao, and test my current strength while I was at it. Is that not allowed?"
Bai Mu smiled casually. "Thanks to you, I'm quite satisfied with my strength!"
"Fun?!"
Zhao Wuji's voice suddenly rose, the veins on his forehead throbbing. "You treated the entrance assessment like a joke? You treated a fight with me, a Spirit Saint, as a spar?!"
Just a sparring match, and he had been beaten into such a sorry state?
"Sparring is about exchanging pointers. A little movement is perfectly normal!"
Bai Mu showed no fear and instead shot back, "What, Teacher Zhao? Can't accept defeat?"
"You—!"
Zhao Wuji's breath caught. He forcibly suppressed his anger and tried to persuade him. "Bai Mu, I admit that your talent is extraordinary, but you still have much to learn!
"Our Shrek Academy has a powerful teaching staff. Even advanced Soul Master Academies can hardly compare. This is absolutely your best choice!"
"Oh?"
Bai Mu raised a brow and asked lazily, "Then may I ask, does your academy teach any distinctive Meditation Techniques? Does it offer any special courses? Or perhaps—does it have advanced simulated training grounds?"
Zhao Wuji was left speechless.
Meditation Techniques? Didn't everyone come with those?
Special courses? Did fighting real battles at the Great Soul Arena count?
Simulated training grounds—Shrek Academy was dirt poor. Where would it get something like that?
"You can rest assured about