Gu Yue rolled over for belly rubs and huffed whenever Tang Wuling came near: if Lin An hadn't held her down, she would have practically been hissing

Xie Xie: "..."

"No, seriously, why are you all looking at me?"

Wei Xiaofeng was expressionless.

"I'm suddenly starting to understand why some people hate the rich."

But that gloomy atmosphere didn't last long.

After all, they were about to actually enter the Spirit Ascension Platform.

The legendary Spirit Realm.

They had grown up hearing all sorts of stories about people soaring to the heavens in a single step there, evolving their soul spirits, upgrading their soul rings, and seeing their spiritual power skyrocket.

The reason the Spirit Realm had been given that name in the first place was simple.

The concentration of spirit power within it was high enough to sustain souls over long periods.

That environment offered tremendous benefits for cultivating the mind, soul power, bloodlines, and even the physical body.

Many ordinary Soul Masters could sell everything they owned and still only enter the high-level regions a handful of times in their entire lives.

Now they could enter freely, for eight hours a day, at no cost.

At that thought, even the lingering friction from the Class Advancement Tournament faded a little during their casual chatter along the way.

Only Lin An remained quiet from beginning to end.

Holding the Little Milk Dragon in his arms, he leaned against the car window and stroked Gu Yue again and again, looking somewhat out of place.

The scenery outside kept sweeping backward.

But Lin An kept his gaze outside, barely joining their conversation.

At first, nobody thought much of it. After all, Lin An hadn't been particularly talkative since enrolling.

But Wu Zhangkong was especially sensitive to his condition today.

After glancing at him a few times, he quickly realized something was wrong.

It wasn't simply that Lin An didn't want to talk.

He was clearly in low spirits.