"Holy crap, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall! He's the legendary Holy Son!"
"The Grand Worship's personal disciple, too!"
"..."
Murong Huai's identity immediately set everyone abuzz. Seeing their reactions, Murong Huai smiled and shook his head. "I am indeed Spirit Hall's Holy Son, but at Martial Soul Academy, I'm just a teacher for Class One."
"All right, then, Your Highness the Holy Son—no, Teacher Murong. I'll take my people back now. Please forgive us for our offense earlier." Man Tianshan cupped his hands in a salute.
Murong Huai waved a hand. "Teacher Man, don't worry about it."
Man Tianshan then led his people out of Class One. Murong Huai turned to everyone and said, "I'm younger than most of you, but I'm definitely stronger than every one of you. From now on, you can call me Teacher Murong or Brother Huai. Either is fine.
"Of course, if any of you feel that you're older than me and would be embarrassed to call me brother, that's all right. As long as you can beat me, I'll call you brother.
"But I'll warn you in advance: five years ago, I fought Teacher Man in the Great Soul Arena in Spirit City, and we drew. So before you challenge me, ask yourselves whether you're really strong enough."
"All right, it's our first day. I'll start by getting a feel for your abilities. Everyone, to the Inner Court Martial Arts Arena. Move out."
"Yes, sir."
Half an incense stick later, they arrived at the martial arts arena.
The Inner Court had a dedicated arena for each class. They were all quite large, big enough for thirty people to train at once, and built from top-grade materials that were difficult to damage.
Murong Huai brought the thirty or so students from Class One