Is Spirit Hall Really This Small?

"Godfather, I'm going out to get some air!"

Tang San forcibly suppressed the Red-Eye Buff that was on the verge of erupting within him, then turned and strode outside alone, his back radiating an almost unbearably repressed hostility.

"Something really hasn't been right with Tang San lately. I always feel like he's under tremendous pressure, as if some heavy burden is weighing on his mind."

Watching Tang San's departing figure, Dai Mubai frowned and spoke with concern.

"I feel the same way."

"A few days ago, he was often spacing out by himself, completely absent-minded."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his face full of worry.

"I keep feeling like something that originally belonged to him suddenly disappeared. That's why he's been so distracted, like he's completely lost his former spirit."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and spoke softly as well.

"Everyone, there's something I may need to apologize to you for..."

"My father just sent word, telling me to return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect immediately."

As everyone discussed the matter, Ning Rongrong broke the silence, guilt flickering across her face.

"What do you mean?"

Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment and looked at Ning Rongrong in confusion.

"The rules for this Spirit Master Competition have changed. Not only can academies form teams to participate, but sects can send teams as well."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has already decided to arrange a team, and I'm one of its members."

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and explained.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the Slime Four Oddities' expressions changed drastically, the worry on their faces instantly replaced by shock.

Xiao Wu had already been taken away, and now Ning Rongrong was returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to compete.

That meant their original team would be down