Ever since the official start of term, three months had passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those three months, the freshmen had not only systematically studied traditional Soul Master knowledge.
Under the academy's compulsory requirements, they had also gained a preliminary grasp of the basic operation of Soul Tools.
Even Dai Huabin, who had resisted the most, had no choice but to complete the basic assessment with a grim expression.
Amid such day-after-day study and training, the atmosphere in Freshman Class One quietly began to change.
With his steady temperament and astonishing talent, Xia Ming gradually won the recognition and affection of most of his classmates.
Even Wang Dong'er, who had once harbored hostility toward him, could now speak with him in class and cooperate with him during training.
Though they could not yet be called friends, they were at least acquaintances who could talk to each other.
However, this surface-level calm and harmony.
Appeared far too slow in the eyes of certain beings, even becoming somewhat aggravating.
God Realm, Sea God Hall.
Tang San's divine sense looked down upon the lower realm, his brows tightly furrowed.
Three months had passed. He had secretly observed the interactions between his daughter, Wang Dong'er, and that brat who possessed the God King Qilin's inheritance.
In his view, his daughter had already lowered herself and taken the initiative to approach him.
Why was Xia Ming still so gentle and polite, yet distant and restrained?
He always maintained just the right distance. He neither rejected contact nor ever crossed the line.
That ambiguous, half-detached attitude made the highly possessive Tang San feel increasingly impatient.
"The progress is too slow." Tang San muttered, a cold gleam of resolve flashing through his eyes.
"Slowly boiling a frog in warm water seems to be ineffective