Tang San felt even more conflicted. He had long since lost all faith in his teacher; he just hadn't expected him to become so stubborn.
In the days that followed, with Yu Xiaogang no longer bothering them, training went remarkably smoothly.
With God's Vision (Spirit Detection), Ye Xuan could always accurately predict his teammates' movements and the enemy's attacks, honing the team's coordination to perfection.
Meanwhile, his relationship with Meng Yiran was rapidly growing closer in private.
Taking advantage of God's Vision, he always managed to appear "by chance" just when Meng Yiran needed him.
When she hit a bottleneck in her cultivation, he was there right away to give her precise guidance.
When she was in a bad mood, he took her to the small lake on campus to clear her mind.
Once, Meng Yiran accidentally got a cut, and he was the first to take her to the infirmary for treatment.
Without Tang San knowing, the two had already crossed the line between ordinary friends.
Hand-holding and gentle embraces—these intimate gestures had quietly taken place during one chance encounter after another. Meng Yiran knew she was wronging Tang San, but matters of the heart weren't something she could control just because she wanted to.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, their month of training together came to an end.
There was only one day left before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament officially began.
That afternoon, Flender summoned everyone to the academy's meeting room.
Yu Xiaogang was allowed to attend as well, though his expression remained gloomy, and his gaze toward Ye Xuan held a trace of malice.
"All right, everyone's here. I'll go over the rules of the tournament."
Flender cleared his throat and began.
"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament has three stages: