At Weng Ting's cry, Yang Li fell silent.
Then she saw that Weng Ting's gaze had skipped over her and Wan Tonghui, landing toward the entrance of the Tyrant Soul Secret Academy. Of the three people standing there, two were people she and Wan Tonghui wanted to tear to pieces alive.
They were Sikong Jing of the Eastern Plains, and Yang Yi...
Wan Tonghui, standing beside Yang Li, turned around as well, revealing a sinister, terrifying gaze as he stared fixedly at the two of them.
After being slightly stunned, Yang Yi clasped his fists toward Weng Ting.
"Senior Sister Weng, congratulations on emerging from seclusion..."
"But Yang did not come to welcome you this time. I simply brought my brothers to take a look at the situation in the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm."
After a pause, Yang Yi added, "Senior Sister Weng, please carry on..."
With that, Yang Yi stepped past Weng Ting and the welcoming crowd alongside Sikong Jing and Fan Kui, heading toward the entrance to the secret realm.
Weng Ting's expression stiffened slightly as well, but she immediately revealed an unconcerned smile.
At the same time, Sikong Jing looked at Yang Yi, then at Weng Ting... It seemed the latter was still very surprised by Yang Yi's appearance.
As he learned more, Sikong Jing had come to understand that although many people looked down on and sneered at the Heavenly Wolf Team, what they felt even more was fear and concern—because of Yang Yi's strength and ruthlessness.
They were also afraid of losing to a non-battle-body team and becoming the laughingstock of the world.
Clearly, although Yang Yi had lost to Weng Ting half a year ago, he had successfully left a deep impression on her.
As they watched the three depart, someone beside Weng Ting