After following Ning Rongrong to the dormitory, Yang Xiong found her crying there alone, looking utterly heartbroken.
Seeing Ning Rongrong like this, Yang Xiong could not help shaking his head. She really was still just a little girl—getting scolded a few times was enough to make her cry like this. However, he did not comfort her. Instead, he simply sat quietly beside her.
Ning Rongrong sensed Yang Xiong's arrival and looked up to glare at him. "Little Xiongzi, why are you here? Did you come to laugh at me?"
Yang Xiong smiled. "Rongrong, what is there to laugh about? Didn't you insist on coming to Shrek Academy? Back then, I couldn't talk you out of it no matter how hard I tried."
Ning Rongrong's expression stiffened. "I only wanted to come because Father told me about it. I never expected this place to be like this."
Yang Xiong asked in return, "Like what? Did Headmaster Flender say anything wrong?"
Recalling Flender's words, Ning Rongrong said, "I'm the most gifted heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet he dared to look down on me like that?"
Yang Xiong smiled. "Was Flender wrong? Among the eight students here, what advantage do you have?"
Ning Rongrong said, "I'm a support-type Soul Master. My Soul Power Level isn't much lower than Tang San's and the others'."
Yang Xiong was speechless. "Why do you keep thinking about comparing yourself to others? Do you even need to compare such things? Your talent is no worse than anyone else's, and in some aspects, it may even be better."
"If you really feel angry, we can leave Shrek Academy right now. We can tell Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather what happened today. Maybe they'll raze Shrek Academy to the ground and vent your anger for you."