Wu Changkong nodded. "I think the dean makes sense. Materials from a sixty-thousand-year soul beast would indeed be wasted if sold in an ordinary shop."
"Besides, Skywater City might not have anyone who knows their value."
"Are we leaving tomorrow?" Xue Wu asked as she shoveled rice into her mouth.
"Mm, tomorrow." Shui Qinghan paused, then added, "And Suotuo City has a Great Soul Arena. You can take the opportunity to temper yourselves there."
Shui Bing'er looked at Wu Changkong. "Then should we fight?"
"Why not?" Wu Changkong answered as if it were only natural. "Actual combat is the only standard for testing one's strength."
"No matter how well you train at the academy, without the tempering of real combat, you'll always be lacking something."
"The Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City has every kind of opponent. It'll be perfect for letting us see our own shortcomings."
After hearing that, Shui Qinghan looked at Wu Changkong approvingly. "Why do you seem more like a teacher than I do?"
Xue Wu immediately set down her chopsticks, clasped her hands into fists, and gave Wu Changkong a solemn bow. "Hello, Teacher Wu!"
The corner of Wu Changkong's mouth twitched. He coughed lightly, looking unusually embarrassed. "I was just saying whatever came to mind. Eat, eat—who wants this braised meat leg?"
"You have it. Boys have bigger appetites." Shui Bing'er placed the braised meat leg into his bowl.
Watching this from across the table, Xue Wu silently exchanged a glance with the dean. Then she lowered her head and continued eating, pretending she had seen nothing.
After dinner, Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu chatted in their room for a while, and the group went over their thrilling experiences of the past few days from beginning to end once more.
Especially when they talked