"Grandpa! And that Xiao Wu girl! I want her!"
Even as Tailong dangled in midair, he remembered to rasp out an addition.
"Don't worry! Leave everything to Grandpa!" Tai Tan's voice boomed like a great bell, echoing down the corridor.
Fuming with rage, the grandfather and grandson raced toward Blue Tyrant Academy in the west of the city.
Half an hour later.
Old Tai Tan stood outside the academy gates, staring at the four freshly painted characters above them—"Dao Seeking Academy." His coarse brows knitted into a deep furrow.
"When did Blue Tyrant Academy change its name?" he muttered, but the question lingered in his mind for only a moment.
Blue Tyrant or Dao Seeking, it didn't matter. Whoever had beaten his grandson would pay the price.
The next instant, the soul pressure of an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo burst forth without restraint, crashing toward the academy like a tangible tidal wave!
He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the academy's head to come tumbling out in a panic and beg forgiveness.
Yet the commotion he expected never came.
The academy fell silent for a moment, then returned to normal, as if his soul pressure had been no more than a mild breeze.
Old Tai Tan's brows furrowed even deeper. He was about to increase the pressure when two figures came strolling along the tree-lined path outside the academy.
Xiao Wu had her arm linked through Zhao Linchuan's, a faint smile on her face as she looked up and said something to him.
Zhao Linchuan wore a long robe and walked with an easy stride. His expression was gentle, like a refined young master taking his little sister on an outing.
Tailong's eyes were sharp. He spotted Xiao Wu at once—and the man whose arm she was holding.