After giving them a few more reminders, Zhang Lexuan let them head back.
The soul fighting match would be scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
On the way back, Ye Chen looked at the quiet Di Qiu'er and took the initiative to approach her.
"Qiu'er, what level is your Soul Power? Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi are both Soul Ancestors. They won't be easy to handle."
"Level thirty-eight," Di Qiu'er said flatly.
"Thirty-eight? Doesn't that mean you're close to forty?"
"So you'd better improve a little faster, or I'll overtake you in no time," Di Qiu'er said, a whiff of gunpowder in her tone.
Ye Chen: "????"
"You should know that a Soul Elder is a Soul Elder, and a Soul Ancestor is a Soul Ancestor. Their titles might differ by only one word, but there's a world of difference between them..."
While Ye Chen was still talking, Di Qiu'er returned to the classroom ahead of him.
By the time Ye Chen came to his senses, Di Qiu'er was no longer beside him.
"What's gotten into Qiu'er? Why is she so fired up today?" Ye Chen asked in confusion.
"Isn't it all because of you and that Wang Dong?" Bibi Dong suddenly said.
As the saying went, those caught in the game were lost in the fog, while those watching from the sidelines saw clearly. As someone who had been through it herself, Bibi Dong saw things more clearly than anyone.
Ye Chen said, "Is it really that serious? We just slept while holding each other, didn't we? Didn't Xiao Wu and Tang San used to sleep in each other's arms every day?"
When Ye Chen returned to the classroom, sure enough, everyone in Class One kept shifting their gazes between him and Wang Dong.
Everyone seemed to have noticed the strange