With a regretful shake of his head, he closed the notebook in his hand, turned, and led Liu Erlong toward the exit.
"Aren't you going to keep watching the match?" Flender turned and asked Yu Xiaogang's departing back.
"There's no need. The remaining teams are all opponents Little San and the others can fight. Only Martial Soul Hall Academy needs special attention!"
With a shrug, Flender lifted his foot and followed after him, at the entrance of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.
Ning Fengzhi arrived before the Shrek Seven Devils and the others, exchanging a few casual words with them.
Then he brought Tang San to a hotel.
"Uncle Ning, who are we going to meet?"
Following behind Ning Fengzhi, Tang San asked in confusion.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and looked mysteriously at the hotel before them.
"You'll know once you arrive. Before that, allow me to keep you in suspense."
Inside a plainly decorated room.
A blond man dressed in platinum palace attire, his bearing noble and refined, stood before the window facing the sunlight.
A brown table sat in the center of the room, with a tea set placed on its surface.
White steam slowly drifted upward, the spreading vapor carrying wisps of tea fragrance.
"Martial Soul Hall... your era should come to an end as well."
A confident smile appeared on the blond man's face.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of a cane striking the floor entered the private room in an even rhythm.
Hearing it, the blond man in platinum palace attire turned around and placed an arm across his chest in salute.
"Uncle Ning, thank you for your trouble."
Ning Fengzhi smiled with relief, stepped forward, and helped the blond man up.
"You... still so humble. This isn't the imperial palace. Those cumbersome formalities