Tang San saw that Xiao Wu had regained her spirits, then turned his gaze to the long dragon of people.
Seeing such a long queue, Tang San felt that he might not get into the academy today. He began calculating the gold soul coins it would cost to stay at an inn and how much money he had left...
Suddenly, Tang San felt someone pat his shoulder. The unexpected touch startled him.
Tang San's right hand clenched around the mechanism of his sleeve arrow. If the person who had touched him dared harbor ill intent, their neck would be bleeding the next second.
The next moment, Tang San turned around and saw a kindly old man with white hair and beard.
Tang San immediately loosened his grip on the mechanism and asked, "Sir, did you need something from me?"
Yet he still retained a measure of vigilance, one index finger resting on the sleeve arrow's trigger at all times.
"This old man is a teacher at the academy, a level sixty-five Soul Emperor. I saw that this little friend possessed extraordinary talent, yet stopped before the academy gates. I presume you have some questions that need resolving, so I came to see whether I could clear up your doubts."
The old man explained amiably. After speaking, he stroked his beard and looked at Tang San with his small, sincere eyes.
When Tang San heard that the old man was actually a Soul Emperor above level sixty, he was utterly shocked. Back in Holy Soul Village, he had always heard Village Chief Grandpa Jack say, "Our village once produced a Soul Sage..."
A single Soul Sage had been enough to make Village Chief Grandpa Jack proud for his entire life, yet the man before him was a Soul Emperor! Or rather,