Regret

Unlike Huo Yuhao.

Most lower-year and upper-year students had little interaction with one another.

They could not even name each other, much less reminisce about old times.

The vast majority were talking with acquaintances from their own year.

They seemed very excited.

They did not know what form this selection competition would take.

But simply representing the Shrek Academy Preparatory Team in the Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament was enough to stir the hearts of these still-immature children.

After all, most students were not like Bai Luo, able to stand on equal footing with a top figure like Yan Shaozhe and converse without changing expression.

Most students were still young children.

They had never experienced such grand occasions.

To them, the Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament was already the grand scene of their dreams.

Even appearing on that stage just once filled them with anticipation.

Not to mention that quite a few of them might have the chance to show their skills if they could take the stage.

At the same time.

Several figures walked in from outside.

Two of them were very familiar to Huo Yuhao and the other first-year students.

One was Wang Yan, their new homeroom teacher.

Beside him was Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department.

He had appeared during the final examination, so most of them were no strangers to this dean.

The only unfamiliar person was the figure in the middle.

An unkempt old man.

His hair was completely untended, and his beard was long and messy.

One of his bark-dry hands held a greasy chicken leg, while the other held a wineskin.

He tore off a bite of chicken, then tipped a mouthful of wine down his throat.

He looked just like a drunken vagrant.

It was Xuanzi.

Although Xuanzi did