"Don't worry, I know," Tie Wu replied.
The two were nominally fellow disciples, but their relationship was fairly ordinary in private.
Tie Wu possessed considerable talent and was popular with women, so Luer naturally envied him.
Watching Tie Wu's departing back, Luer could not help muttering under his breath.
"What's so great about a Soul Master born a commoner?"
Luer came from a noble family in Northland City. The education he had received since childhood made him instinctively look down on every commoner.
Tie Wu arrived at a snack stall. The uncle running it recognized the young Soul Master at once. Tie Wu often came to eat at his stall, and thanks to his patronage, the local punks no longer dared to harass him.
"Uncle, three bowls of wontons."
"Coming right up," the uncle replied warmly.
Because of Tie Wu's frequent support, he could set up his stall in peace and earn money, so the wontons he gave Tie Wu were always generously portioned.
Before long, three steaming bowls of wontons were served. Their savory aroma whetted Tie Wu's appetite.
As he wolfed down the wontons in his bowl, Tie Wu asked indistinctly.
"Uncle, have they come to harass you again lately?"
The "they" Tie Wu referred to were the local punks in the area.
"No, no. They don't dare come anymore," the uncle hurriedly replied.
"That's good."
After finishing all three bowls of wontons, Tie Wu left ten Copper Soul Coins on the table and rose to leave.
Rather than returning to Spirit Hall, he headed straight for the Great Soul Arena.
He had only just broken through to level forty, so under normal circumstances, he would not have gone to the Great Soul Arena. In individual Soul Fights, the Soul Masters he encountered were mostly above level forty-five.