When Tang San came out of the restroom, he had basically cleaned himself up.
After changing into another set of clothes and removing his mask, no one knew that Tang San was the Thousand Hand Silver Grass on the Soul Fighting Arena.
He had lost this soul fight, so there was no need to collect the ten Gold Soul Coins.
He walked out of the soul arena.
"Those who bet on Thousand Hand Silver Grass running off have won!"
"Bring your wooden tokens here to exchange them for your rewards!"
Outside Soto Great Soul Arena, the black-robed man was still shouting loudly.
Tang San took out his wooden token.
"Ten Gold Soul Coins? No!"
Furious, he threw the wooden token in his hand to the ground. How had he run off?
What exactly was going on?
It was not as if he had eaten spoiled food. He had not eaten anything all day, his stomach was empty, so how could he have run off?
He had originally wanted to earn some Gold Soul Coins so he would have enough funds to forge hidden weapons. Now, everything was gone.
He stomped the wooden token into two pieces and headed toward Shrek Academy.
An hour later, the rest of Shrek Academy finally finished their soul fights. The results were still quite good.
They had only lost one match.
The group quickly returned to Shrek Academy.
"Sister Lin, I'll go spar with Tang San first, then cultivate."
Ma Hongjun spoke to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin nodded. "Go ahead. Sparring is also a form of improvement."
That night, Tang San lay on his bed, using his right hand to apply healing ointment behind him, smearing it over the wound on his chrysanthemum.
Bit by bit, he used his fingers to coat even the deep