Tang Wuling turned her head and glanced at him.
Expressionless, she stepped forward.
She shook off his touch.
The movement was clean and decisive, her disdain completely undisguised.
Xie Xie nearly lost his balance from the shake.
His eyes widened, and his lips moved several times.
Yet he could not force out a single word.
"Don't make such a fuss."
"This is the best opportunity to promote the school."
"Show them what you can do. Don't embarrass me."
Wu Zhangkong's voice came from ahead.
It was still delivered in that flat, indifferent tone.
But when his gaze swept across the judges' table—
His whole body suddenly seemed to have been struck by lightning.
He froze in place.
Three people sat at the judges' table.
On the far left—
An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a crimson robe, was smiling as he waved in their direction.
Long Hengxu stood beside him, bowing and scraping as he poured him tea.
The teapot shook with a constant clatter.
Red Dragon Douluo, Zhuo Shi.
An elder of the Sea God Pavilion.
A legendary figure known alongside Red Dragon Douluo Feng Wuyu as the "Twin Sacred Dragons."
Someone whose stomp could make all of Eastsea City quake.
And this old man—
Was Wu Zhangkong's teacher.
Wu Zhangkong's lips moved as he let out a hoarse, nearly inaudible syllable.
"Tea... Teacher."
When Zhuo Shi saw him, the wrinkles on his face crinkled with delight.
He waved repeatedly. "Zhangkong! Come over here—"
Wu Zhangkong's head buzzed.
Why was he here?
This was only a class promotion tournament at an intermediate academy!
Then he saw Shadow Brake sitting beside Zhuo Shi.
She wore a moon-white qipao, her long hair a pinkish-purple.
Her blood-red eyes were empty and calm.
A cup of tea sat before