Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had crossed paths before. They were not close, but they were not complete strangers either.
The people ahead of them gradually finished registering, and then it was Xiao Wu's turn.
She walked up to the registration desk and stopped.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, a pen in hand, its tip hovering above the register. "Name."
"Xiao Wu."
Zhu Zhuqing's pen paused.
She looked up at the person standing before her. Pink hair, pink eyes, a slender figure, and that exquisite face that had left a deep impression on countless people during the Soul Master Tournament.
Xiao Wu. Exotic Beast Academy's trump card, one of the most dazzling geniuses in the Soul Master Tournament.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on Xiao Wu's face for a moment, a trace of surprise flashing through her eyes.
She remembered Xiao Wu. During the Soul Master Tournament, the Exotic Beast Academy team Xiao Wu belonged to had been unimpressive, but Xiao Wu herself had left a profound impression on everyone.
Back then, Zhu Zhuqing had assumed Xiao Wu came from a major power. With that kind of talent and strength, how could she possibly have been cultivated without the resources of a great faction?
Yet now, Xiao Wu had appeared at the Northern Frontier Allied Army's Soul Master registration office. Like Zhu Zhuqing, she was enlisting as an independent cultivator.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes and suppressed the surge of emotions in her heart.
She did not ask why Xiao Wu had come here, nor did she ask why Xiao Wu had not joined one of the stronger factions. She simply continued the registration process.
"Martial Soul."
"Soft Bone Rabbit."
"Level."
Xiao Wu hesitated briefly before answering, "Level sixty-six."
Zhu Zhuqing's hand paused again.
Level sixty-six. A Soul Emperor. She looked