"You brats really think this old man is afraid of the Fatui?
If your elders won't discipline you, then I'll do it myself!"
"Hmm... the aura of an Evil Soul Master?" The crowd cried out and rose to their feet.
The Netherflame Duke paid them no mind.
As a duke of the Dou Ling Empire, his Martial Soul resembled that of the Evil Fire Martial Soul wielder from Shrek Academy.
"I merely have Evil Fire. That doesn't mean I'm an Evil Soul Master."
He swept his gaze over the crowd, lingering longest on Shrek Academy's viewing seats.
Xuan Zi was nowhere to be seen. It was still early, after all. If they wanted to wait for him,
they would have to wait at least until the banquet began.
Only Dai Yueheng and a few other students and instructors sat there.
The sight gave Fan Yu a headache.
This was the first time he had volunteered for a mission. He had hoped to study Soul Tools and find some good materials and inspiration along the way. He had never expected to run into this.
But the Netherflame Duke looked gentle and refined. He was probably just troubled by Evil Fire.
No wonder he wanted to marry a young woman in her twenties. His previous concubines must have been unable to withstand his prowess and left of their own accord.
That had left him lonely and empty, searching for a woman strong enough to bear it with him.
Fan Yu spun an entire story in his head, treating it all as possible, and felt no hurry to intervene.
When the onlookers saw that Shrek Academy was not stepping in, they abandoned their own thoughts of helping.
In the Star Luo Empire's seats, Xu Jiujiu clenched her hands and murmured,
"If I'd known,