In the following promotion matches, Tie Li still appeared seventh, but few teams could cause trouble for the Heaven Dou Royal Team.
After Lei Ying lost to Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianxin returned to the Thunderclap Team.
As for Lei Ying, he had vanished from sight.
"Godfather, I lost."
Lei Ying did not dare meet the middle-aged man's eyes. With the strength of a Soul King, he had lost to Feng Xiaotian, who only had four soul rings. He did not know how to face his godfather.
The two were not in the military camp, but on a plain.
Looking at the adopted son he had carefully nurtured, the middle-aged man felt both disappointment and relief.
A Soul King had lost to a Soul Ancestor—and one who had been specially cultivated by the sect. This result had sparked several differing opinions within the sect.
The middle-aged man knew that, with Lei Ying's personality, he was destined to suffer a major loss someday, perhaps even pay for it with his life. Fortunately, he had suffered this crushing defeat in the Soul Master Tournament. The price of a single match had allowed him to see reality clearly.
That price was small, so it was worth being grateful for.
"You must understand that the sect stands behind you. Our sect's foundations are no weaker than those of the Clear Sky Sect or the Wind Thunder Sect."
The middle-aged man's words carried deep meaning. Lei Ying nodded heavily after hearing them.
"Come back with me and stay there for a while."
"But, Godfather... I want to keep competing in the Soul Master Tournament. I..." Lei Ying did not continue, but the answer was clear in his eyes.
Lei Ying waited for a long time before the middle-aged man finally nodded.
As the promotion matches