Three days later.
Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
In the forest outside, Yu Xiaogang gathered the Shrek Seven Devils, whose injuries had improved, and brought them to the secluded spot where Tang San often cultivated.
Tang San was naturally among them.
After Tang Hao's tireless counsel that night, Tang San had once again emerged from his confusion and setbacks, regaining his former confidence.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the front of the team. Beside him stood a white-haired elder dressed in spotless white, with a classical face, skin as soft as a baby's, an upright bearing as sharp as a sword, and an indifferent expression.
He was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Sect Protecting Douluos.
With his hands clasped behind his back and the air of a lofty expert, Yu Xiaogang surveyed the Shrek Seven Devils and spoke in a ducklike voice he thought brimmed with charm, but which was actually hoarse and grating:
"I know the defeat in the last match of the Preliminary Tournament hit you hard. You're unwilling to accept losing to the Martial Soul Hall Second Team. So am I."
"But there's nothing we can do. A loss is a loss. They're stronger than you, so they deserved to win."
"You've all experienced the Martial Soul Hall Second Team's strength. Four Soul Kings and three Advanced Soul Ancestors-they're indeed powerful, so powerful that they can make you despair. Aren't they?"
At this point, Yu Xiaogang deliberately paused, then shifted his tone into another impassioned crescendo:
"But what I want to tell you is that a temporary defeat doesn't mean eternal defeat. The Preliminary Tournament is over. Next, we should set our sights on the upcoming Qualifying Tournament and Grand Finals."
"As long as you can get back