Lin An's gaze slowly swept across every inch of Shrek Academy's grounds.
The teaching buildings were dilapidated, their walls peeling and windows broken.
The crude training field was riddled with potholes, without even the most basic soul tool training equipment.
In the distant dormitory area stood several ramshackle wooden cabins that looked ready to collapse at any moment.
And then there were the six simply dressed boys and girls before her.
This was the academy Flender claimed could participate in the High-Tier Soul Master Tournament?
Lin An's fingers slowly tightened, her nails digging into her palm.
She felt that she might have been deceived.
A month ago, this was not what Flender had said when he came to find her.
"Little An, your father and I were friends who had risked our lives together." Flender had looked utterly sincere at the time.
"Now that he's gone, I have to take care of you in his stead. Come to my academy. I guarantee you the best training, and I'll take you to the highest-level Soul Master Tournament on the continent so you can make a name for yourself."
Lin An's father had indeed been an old acquaintance of Flender's, and he had indeed died by accident during a soul beast hunting operation several years ago.
So when Flender came to her door and said he wanted to fulfill his promise to an old friend, Lin An had chosen to believe him despite her doubts.
After all, Flender was a Soul Sage, a senior, and someone her father had trusted.
But now...
Lin An's gaze swept over the ruined campus again, and the doubt in her heart grew wildly like weeds.
Could a place like this really cultivate a team capable of entering the High-Tier Soul Master Tournament?
Noticing Lin An's doubts,