Tang Wutong stared intently at Gu Yuena.
Seriously, girl, why did you have to sit there? The classroom's mood turned strange in an instant. Every student's gaze swiveled toward the two of them: on one side, the ever-dazzling Tang Wutong; on the other, the cool, breathtakingly beautiful new transfer student.
Fight! Fight!
Gu Yuena frowned. She really didn't like the way these people were looking at her.
She turned to Tang Wutong and asked calmly, "Is something wrong?"
Tang Wutong stared at her for a long while, all sorts of awkward feelings churning inside her with nowhere to go. In the end, she could only shake her head sulkily. "No."
This seat had originally been saved for Xiao Yi. Everyone in the class knew it, and they always left it empty. No one dared sit there without permission.
Although Xiao Yi rarely came to class, whenever he had the time, he would come and keep Tang Wutong company. At least, that was what Tang Wutong had always believed.
Gu Yuena looked away. She had joined Class One entirely for Xiao Yi. After learning about his Martial Soul abilities from Xian Lin'er's memories, she had realized how important he could be to her grand plan.
The Dragon Race had already perished. Across the vast Douluo Continent, even counting herself, only three pure-blooded true dragons remained. Their numbers had dwindled to a pitiful few.
Although she was hailed as the Lord of Soul Beasts, she wasn't even the same kind of creature as them. She was a dragon, a god. In the end, only the Dragon Race truly mattered to her. The Soul Beasts were just an afterthought.
Xiao Yi's Martial Soul ability was practically a gift from heaven for the Dragon Race's revival. The biggest problem facing the Dragon Race was