Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, drawn over by the commotion, looked at Lin Bei in surprise.
What? He was Spirit Hall's Holy Son?
After Dai Mubai helped Zhao Wuji up, he stared at Lin Bei in the same shock. Spirit Hall's Holy Son?
So Ning Rongrong's boyfriend was Spirit Hall's Holy Son!
Dai Mubai shot Ning Rongrong a look of sudden understanding.
Zhao Wuji clutched his stomach, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Lin Bei in disbelief. "You're that Holy Son of Spirit Hall?"
Lin Bei spread his hands. "I originally wanted to get along with you all as an ordinary person. I didn't expect you to figure it out. Then I won't hide it anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table. That's right, I am Spirit Hall's Holy Son."
Everyone: "..."
What a Holy Son of Spirit Hall.
He really was arrogant enough!
But he had the right to be arrogant. Without even activating his martial soul, he had beaten Zhao Wuji until he had no strength to fight back. With that kind of strength, he could afford to be arrogant.
Flander looked sidelong at Lin Bei and chuckled. "Who would've thought Spirit Hall's Holy Son would grace our academy with his presence? What an honor."
"I didn't expect one corner of the Golden Iron Triangle to be here serving as a dean either." Lin Bei smiled just as pleasantly and glanced at Flander. "How did you guess I was Spirit Hall's Holy Son?"
Tang San smiled bitterly. "Because the strength you displayed could only match that legendary Holy Son of Spirit Hall."
"I'm that famous?"
"You're way too famous!" Xiao Wu said.
She looked at Lin Bei in amazement. "I heard Grandmaster say that the soul ring you absorbed broke his theory. Your