Even Throwing Yourself at Him Required Queuing

Cloudcrag Academy's fighting platform spectator stands were packed with students from the Academy in the blink of an eye, crammed so tightly inside and out that not even water could pass through.

This was Dugu Bo's cleverness. After what happened with Chen Ling and the Sword Douluo, Old Poison realized that his boss liked showing off in front of people, so he specifically set up an organization at the Academy to spread information.

It was called the Student Council, though it could also be called a lackey organization.

Xiao Wu and the other girls arrived late. Seeing the sea of people, they were all somewhat dumbfounded.

"My God, there are way too many people..." Ning Rongrong rested her hand against her chin and sighed softly, her eyes full of helplessness.

The Academy had more students now, while the new campus was still being expanded. As a result, space was becoming increasingly cramped, and many students even lived in temporarily built huts.

Fortunately, the few of them had always lived at Chen Ling's home.

Yet merely thinking of that made Ning Rongrong's face fill with resentment.

She had not seen Brother Chen Ling for an entire month. If this kept up, she felt like her fingers were about to split into layers.

Before long, the others arrived one after another. They all stood there, blankly staring at the crowded spectator stands.

Just then, as if she had sensed something, Xiao Wu rummaged through her Storage Soul Tool and pulled out a longsword.

This was a Skyedge Swordfeather that Chen Ling had specifically separated and left with Xiao Wu.

This Soul Tool had now merged with Chen Ling's Martial Soul and Spirit Bone, becoming something akin to a bonded Soul Tool.

The one he had separated and left with Xiao Wu was