Once Zhengtian Academy's group had gone completely far away and the forest had fallen silent, Xuan Zi slowly descended from the treetops and plopped down beside the campfire in a lazy, casual posture.
Yue Ling focused on the ribs in his hands, constantly turning them over the fire. Watching the fat sizzle and drip, he asked curiously, "Teacher, what kind of academy is Zhengtian Academy?"
"Those people?" Xuan Zi casually picked his nose, his expression calm. "They're an old-established top Spirit Master Academy supported by the Heaven Dou Empire."
"That academy follows a very narrow path. They only pursue the path of pure Spirit Masters, with no Spirit Guidance Department at all, and they are extremely hostile toward Soul Tools. They spend their entire lives refining only their martial souls, Soul Power, and soul skills, never relying on external objects to enhance their combat strength."
"So that was it." Yue Ling nodded in realization. Thinking of the arrogant manner of those people earlier, he understood. "No wonder they were so proud. They believe their path is the most orthodox and the noblest."
"Hehe, they are indeed proud, but they aren't bad at heart. That was why I didn't bother arguing with them just now and let them go."
Xuan Zi had not taken Zhengtian Academy's people seriously at all. His eyes remained fixed on the ribs over the fire, practically glowing with hunger. "These... should be ready to eat now, right?"
"They're ready. Please wait a moment, Teacher."
Yue Ling quickly answered. He carefully sprinkled seasoning over the charred, fragrant, dripping ribs and mixed the flavors evenly before handing one to Xuan Zi.
Xuan Zi casually took it without fear of burning his hands. In just a few bites, he gnawed it clean, not even leaving the meat between the