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More importantly, over the past half month since they enrolled, Zhao Wuji had observed them in secret and asked Flender about them.

Tang San and Cinderella came from a small place called Notting City. They had been sent here by a theory master named Yu Xiaogang.

Who was Yu Xiaogang?

The son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's leader, but a worthless cripple whose Martial Soul had undergone a malignant mutation, leaving him stuck at level twenty-nine for life.

Though no one knew how he had recently broken through to level thirty, in the eyes of a combat-oriented Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji, he was still an insignificant theorist.

What kind of impressive background could students sent by Yu Xiaogang possibly have?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect might show these two children a little favor for Yu Xiaogang's sake, since he was the sect leader's son, but it would never make a huge fuss over them.

Besides, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's influence was mainly within the Heaven Dou Empire. It had no direct conflict with the Shrek Academy where Zhao Wuji was.

Thus, in Zhao Wuji's mind, Tang San and Cinderella were merely two lucky, gifted commoner prodigies discovered by that theory-crazed Yu Xiaogang.

Gifted, but without backing.

There were far too many people like that in the Soul Master world. Fewer than one in ten ever truly grew strong.

If their edges were not ground down now and they were not taught the rules, they would not even know how they died in the future.

"You two!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was low, carrying unquestionable authority. His pressure rolled toward Tang San and Cinderella in wave after wave like tangible tidal swells.

"Why didn't you act just now? Speak!"

This time, the pressure was more concentrated