Flender and Zhao Wuji hurried over to smooth things over.
Flender said,
"Alright, alright. We're all teammates, and we'll be competing together soon. Why let such a little thing spoil the harmony? Xuan Ye, Tang San, you're both academy prodigies. You should keep the bigger picture in mind."
Zhao Wuji chimed in.
"That's right. The Soul Master Tournament is just around the corner. We should get straight to training and strive for a good result. Xuan Ye, I'll show you to your dorm and help you get familiar with the academy."
Ye Xuan nodded. He paid Tang San and Meng Yiran no further attention, turning to follow Zhao Wuji toward the dormitory.
As he turned away, the corner of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile.
Tang San, this game had only just begun.
Watching Ye Xuan's retreating figure, Tang San's gaze turned colder and colder.
He could feel it: this newcomer was an enormous threat to him.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?"
Meng Yiran noticed something was off with Tang San and asked with concern.
Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, then gently stroked Meng Yiran's hair.
"It's nothing, Yiran. I just think there's something unusual about Xuan Ye. Keep your distance from him from now on."
Meng Yiran nodded, though she felt a little uneasy.
She didn't understand what Tang San meant. Did he think she was the kind of woman who would take up with someone and then abandon him?
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang stood where he was, watching Ye Xuan leave, his eyes full of venom.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life. Some brat had dared to talk back to him like that, leaving him to lose face in front of everyone.
"Xuan Ye, just you wait!"
Yu Xiaogang ground out through