"So that's how it is. That's actually a pretty good idea." Murong Huai thought it over, then nodded in agreement.
"Of course. You're only in your teens, and you don't have much experience leading a team. The others might not be willing to accept you, especially since quite a few of them have led teams to victory in the Spirit Master Tournament."
"Oh? What are you suggesting, then, Senior Brother? That I compete with them and beat them?"
"Exactly. My plan is to select five teams from Martial Soul Academy this time, each led by a teacher.
"Then the five teams will compete against one another, and the winning team will represent Spirit Hall in the Spirit Master Tournament."
Hearing Qian Xunji's words, Murong Huai gave a dismissive laugh. "Come on. You want me, the dignified Holy Son of Spirit Hall, to compete against a few teachers? Forget their strength—are they even qualified to compete with me?"
Qian Xunji didn't think Murong Huai was being arrogant. It was only natural. How could a few academy teachers compare with Spirit Hall's Holy Son?
"Ah, Huai'er, Spirit Hall's strength comes mainly from three sources: powerful people from all over the land who pledge themselves to us, our military, and Martial Soul Academy.
"Every student who graduates from Martial Soul Academy is an elite among Soul Masters. Most of them choose to join Spirit Hall, and they're also one of the main sources of Spirit Hall's upper ranks.
"If you can win them over now, they'll be a great help to you in the future. You can also choose a group of confidants and build up your own faction. Right now, you only have three Soul Douluo under you. That's far too few."
"Oh, I see. All right, then. I'll go. It's been