When Dugu Yan's fifth Soul Ring lit up, the VIP stands abruptly fell silent for a moment.
Xue Ye's hand stopped in midair, Ning Fengzhi leaned forward slightly, and even Platinum Bishop Salas lowered his crossed leg.
A fifteen-year-old Soul King, with a soul ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, and one black, had appeared on the Promotion Tournament's arena. Even these people, who had seen much of the world, struggled to maintain their composure.
In a corner of the VIP stands, Dugu Bo sat up straight for once.
His arms were still folded, but his back had left the backrest. His emerald eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile he could not suppress.
His expression practically said, Look. That's my granddaughter.
Although he had no idea when his granddaughter had broken through and obtained another Soul Ring, that did not stop him from showing off.
"Your Eminence Dugu," Xue Ye said, turning toward him with surprise and approval in his voice, "your granddaughter has certainly kept her abilities well hidden."
Dugu Bo chuckled, putting on an air of indifference, though pride all but spilled out of his voice. "You flatter her, Your Majesty. She merely happened upon a fortunate opportunity."
Listening beside them, Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze brushing the face:
"Speaking of which, Cloudtop Academy is quite an unfamiliar name.
"For it to fight its way out of the Haagen-Dazs division and nurture a fifteen-year-old Soul King, its foundations must run deep.
"Your Eminence Dugu, do you know this academy's background?"
Platinum Bishop Salas pricked up his ears beside them.
He leaned against his backrest, seemingly unconcerned, but in truth, he caught every subtle change in Dugu Bo's expression.
He remembered the old grudge