Wang Zhao strolled into the hall, smiling amiably as he met everyone's gazes.
"Today, I happened to have tea with the prince, and I didn't expect to stumble into such a lively affair."
Wang Zhao's gaze first fell upon Flender.
"Dean Flender, it's been a long time."
"Y-Yes, it has been a long time, Hall... Hall Lord."
Flender replied stiffly.
At the sight of Wang Zhao's arrival, he seemed to recall the scene from several years ago, when Wang Zhao had descended upon the entrance of what had still been called "Shrek" Academy, forced the academy to change its name, and poached a whole group of students along the way.
Why was this ruthless bastard here?!
Damn it, damn it, damn it...
Flender's mind was a mess.
Wang Zhao merely smiled, his gaze casually sweeping over Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, the Shrek Seven Monsters... before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang.
"Great Master?"
He called out with a smile.
Yu Xiaogang, whose name had been called, had originally been huddled up like an ostrich. Just as when he had seen the "Martial Soul Hall Holy Son" at the Soto Great Spirit Arena some days ago, for various reasons, he did not want to face either Wang Zhao or anyone from "Li Ming."
But now that he had been singled out, Yu Xiaogang could only step out from behind Flender.
A trace of indifference appeared on his face, along with that classic air of neither servility nor arrogance.
"You may call me Yu Xiaogang. Hall Master Wang, before a true 'Grand Tutor' renowned across the entire continent such as yourself, I cannot bear the title of 'Grandmaster.'"
I didn't call you Grandmaster. I called you Great Master. How cringe...
Wang Zhao's eyes glinted with amusement.
"Some days ago, the team from my