Yu Yuanzhen sat upright on the high platform, looking down at the line of young people below. His eyes brimmed with barely restrained delight.
He had just finished hearing Yu Xiaogang's report. This lineup would be a hot favorite to win the championship in any Soul Master Tournament!
"Good! Good! Good!" Yu Yuanzhen exclaimed three times, then burst into hearty laughter. "Xiaogang, you've done very well!"
"The champion of this Soul Master Tournament is sure to be none other than our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"
He rose to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back. His gaze swept over the group, as though he could already see the future unfolding before him.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's banner would fly high over the arena of the All-Continent Soul Master Tournament. The sect's prestige would soar, talented people from across the land would flock to join them, and standing as an equal to Spirit Hall would soon be within reach!
"Once we win the championship," Yu Yuanzhen said, bringing his gaze back to Yu Xiaogang, his eyes full of hope, "the sect's standing on the continent will surely rise to a whole new level."
"When that happens, I'll reward you handsomely!"
"All the grievances you've suffered over the years, I'll make up for them all!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly bowed, his posture humble, though his voice betrayed his barely contained pride.
"Thank you, Father! It's all thanks to your guidance. I wouldn't dare claim credit."
"Heh." Yu Yuanzhen smiled, his gaze settling on Yu Xiaogang as his tone softened. "You're almost at level forty?"
"Almost." Yu Xiaogang lifted his head, a confident smile on his face. "At most, it'll take half a month for me to break through to level forty."
"When the time comes, I'll