Before long, President Yang Shuiyun of Sun Moon Academy specially cleared out a classroom for them.
This was Sun Moon Academy's oldest classroom. The wooden desks and chairs had been worn smooth and glossy, portraits of the academy's past presidents hung on the walls, and the air was filled with the scent of paper and ink.
Yang Shuiyun, meanwhile, had gone to the school gate. As the first president to personally witness Sun Moon Academy defeat Shrek Academy head-on, his impression of Situ Xuan and the others was exceptionally favorable.
He remembered the moment Situ Xuan shattered Shrek Academy's undefeated myth with a single punch. He remembered those young people in black coats charging across Sunset Plain. That was precisely why he alone stopped every Federation official who had come looking for Situ Xuan.
"President Yang, we're from the Federal Parliament. We have urgent business with Situ Xuan."
"No."
Dragon roars rose and fell in succession, echoing through the earth, spreading across the starry sky, and exploding in Situ Xuan's mind.
Those Dragon Souls circled in the sky, danced high above, and swept low across the ground. Their eyes flickered with complex emotions—confusion, anger, sorrow, and an indescribable yearning.
They recalled the past.
They recalled the era that belonged to the Dragon Race.
They recalled the era when they were still true dragons.
They recalled the era when they still possessed flesh, life, and souls.
Just as the Dragon Souls reminisced about the past, Situ Xuan let out a tiger's roar.
That roar blasted directly into the mind of every Dragon Soul through spiritual power.
It carried dense Malevolent Qi—cold, sinister, and violent, like an icy wind blowing up from the Nine Netherworlds, like a roar from the depths of hell.
Chilling Malevolent Qi erupted from his body, transforming into