Not far from the few Spirit Masters who were still discussing the matter animatedly,
three other Spirit Masters were whispering among themselves.
The clothes of those three Spirit Masters had originally been rather luxurious.
Now, however, they were covered in grime.
They looked somewhat disheveled.
The exhaustion and weakness on their faces made it seem as though they had overdrawn their Soul Power.
The lingering fear in their expressions also made them look as if they had only just escaped some dangerous vortex.
"Hm? A level-fifty Soul Ancestor and two level-forty Soul Elders. They are at just the right stage to hunt Spirit Rings and advance."
A gloating smile curled across Flender's lips. His sharp hawk eyes casually swept over the crowd and happened to pass over the three Spirit Masters.
"Judging by how miserable they look, could they have encountered that female Soul Saint slaughtering Spirit Beasts, or been caught up in the battle between the female Soul Saint and the forty-thousand-year Scaled Giant Beast? So they failed to obtain Spirit Rings and could not advance?"
"Hehehe, these three really seem to have terrible luck..."
The grin on Flender's face widened a little further.
Seeing others suffer misfortune gave him an inexplicable sense of delight.
The worries that had troubled him lately over Shrek Academy's bleak financial situation suddenly eased somewhat.
This sort of happiness built upon someone else's misfortune really was refreshing.
Flender thought silently.
He studied the three Spirit Masters curiously for quite a while. After gaining enough enjoyment from their plight, he was about to shift his gaze away.
However, the next moment, he suddenly froze, and his smile instantly stiffened on his face.
Among the three Spirit Masters,
a slightly thin young Spirit Master said quietly to the tall middle-aged Spirit Master beside him,
"Big