"Xiao Ao, it really is you. I never thought we'd get the chance to meet again."
As soon as Zhao Wuji left, Brothel Phoenix immediately gave Oscar a bear hug.
Oscar was equally delighted. "Yeah, I never thought we'd meet again either. And we've both returned to our childhoods."
At that moment, Ma Hongjun had completely lost interest in continuing his training. He put an arm around Oscar's shoulders and headed toward the dormitory. "Quick, tell me what exactly happened to you back then."
"I only remember that when I was ascending to the Divine Realm, a blinding light suddenly appeared before my eyes. Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I realized I had returned to the age of eight." Oscar sank into his memories.
Ma Hongjun said excitedly, "I only woke up a few days ago, after awakening my Martial Soul."
At this, Ma Hongjun's face suddenly twisted into a disdainful sneer. "You have no idea what that lapdog from Spirit Hall looked like when he awakened my Martial Soul. He actually tried to drag me away by force, shamelessly begging me to join Spirit Hall."
"With a mere Spirit Hall? How dare they?" The corners of Oscar's lips curled into the same disdainful arc.
The only reason Spirit Hall had not invited him when he awakened his Martial Soul was that they had never gotten the chance. Otherwise, even if he had joined, he would have decisively withdrawn by now.
"Exactly. I refused no matter what, but that lapdog still wanted to drag me off to meet my parents. Luckily, the dean happened to pass by, or I probably wouldn't have escaped so easily. Sigh, forget it. Talking about it is only bad luck. They're nothing but dry bones in a grave. How dare they think