As the Imperial Battle Team savored the sausages, each lost in thought, a deep voice rang out.
"Qin Ming! So it really is you, you brat, back at last!"
"Hahaha—"
Amid hearty, boisterous laughter, a burly middle-aged man emerged from the village. Oscar, who had just gone to fetch someone, was with him.
Seeing this, Qin Ming disregarded the sausage in his hand and hurried forward. He dropped to one knee before Zhao Wuji, his eyes brimming with excitement. "Your disciple Qin Ming pays respects to Vice Principal Zhao Wuji."
"Good lad!"
Zhao Wuji helped Qin Ming up from the ground, looked him over from head to toe, and burst into laughter.
"So it really is you!"
As he spoke, he patted Qin Ming on the shoulder.
"You've gotten stronger and stronger. Before long, you'll probably surpass this old man."
Qin Ming stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, smiling without saying a word.
Zhao Wuji then turned his gaze toward the young men and women standing outside the academy behind Qin Ming.
At that moment, they were gathered around Oscar.
No one knew what had happened.
However, Oscar held silver soul coins in one hand and sausages in the other, looking utterly overjoyed.
Zhao Wuji: "..."
This brat was seriously embarrassing himself!
Feeling awkward, Zhao Wuji withdrew his gaze.
"Are those children all your students?"
Qin Ming, who had no idea what was going on, replied,
"Yes."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—every one of them is a little monster! Looks like you've done quite well as a teacher too."
With an appreciative look, Zhao Wuji swept his gaze over the Imperial Battle Team again. But when it landed on Ouyang Ling, his eyes suddenly paused. Wasn't this kid's soul power fluctuation a little off?
However, Qin Ming spoke up at