In the stands of the Soul Fighting Zone, Mu Jin clicked across in high heels, swaying her hips as she walked over to Zhou Yi.
She folded her arms across her chest and let her gaze drift down to Zhou Yi's few unremarkable students below, giving a soft, affected sigh of regret.
"Teacher Zhou, I think things look bleak for those precious students of yours."
Mu Jin raised her chin, her tone dripping with undisguised provocation.
"In a free-for-all with no rules, that little routine you usually teach them won't do them much good."
Zhou Yi didn't even lift an eyelid. Her voice was hoarse, her mood impossible to read.
"My students are none of your concern."
Mu Jin acted as if she hadn't heard the impatience in Zhou Yi's voice and kept needling her.
"Oh, come now. Isn't worrying about our students what teachers are for? I'd say you're probably going to come in last again in this year's annual teacher awards."
Zhou Yi finally turned her head, fixing Mu Jin with her intensely imposing gaze.
"Want to make a bet?"
Mu Jin blinked in surprise.
Zhou Yi curled her lips.
"We'll bet on whose students are the last ones standing."
"What are we betting?" Mu Jin asked, suddenly interested.
"A Soul Bone."
Zhou Yi said it casually, as if she were talking about some worthless rock.
Mu Jin's breath caught for a moment. She stared at Zhou Yi in disbelief, thinking the woman must have gone mad.
A Soul Bone was priceless—money couldn't buy one! How many Soul Masters went their whole lives without ever seeing one?
And Zhou Yi was betting one?
But then Mu Jin reconsidered. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Ning Tian in her class was a three-ring Soul Elder, backed by the Nine Treasures