Sunday smiled at Xue Qinghe.
"If there's nothing else, let's head back. It wouldn't do to stay away from the banquet hall too long."
At those words, Xue Qinghe was about to nod in agreement, but something suddenly occurred to him, and he stopped his hand midway.
Noticing something was amiss, Sunday turned toward him and asked with some puzzlement.
"What is it? Is there something else?"
Xue Qinghe nodded, displeasure and hesitation on his face. He briefly studied Sunday before speaking slowly.
"It's that old bastard Xue Ye. He asked me to take care of something.
It concerns you, so I wanted to hear your opinion."
Sunday couldn't help letting out a bemused chuckle at Xue Qinghe's words.
"Go ahead. I'm listening."
Xue Qinghe gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment.
"Here's the situation. The Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is coming up soon.
As in previous years, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy will be fielding two teams.
One is the Heaven Dou Royal Team, which advances straight to the finals. The other is the ordinary Heaven Dou Royal Second Team.
But as you know, sir, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy has always been those nobles' private garden.
Aside from a handful of genuinely talented students, most are noble children who are only there to gild their credentials.
It's already difficult enough to assemble the Imperial Fighting Team. Putting together another Heaven Dou Royal Second Team with any respectable fighting strength is practically a tale from the Arabian Nights. Consequently,
in past years, the Imperial Fighting Team Second Squad has only been on par with teams from middling academies. Though plenty of people have criticized this,
with the Imperial Fighting Team holding things up, it hasn't been a major problem. But this year is different.
Xue Ye's youngest son,