Yu Xiaogang approached the teacher at the registration desk with his nose in the air. His voice brimmed with arrogance and an aloof chill that kept others a thousand miles away, as though exchanging one extra word with the teacher would waste his time.
"I want to register."
Faced with Yu Xiaogang's corpse-like expression, the teacher from Heaven Dou Royal Academy patiently took out an information form.
"Academy name?"
"Shrek Academy."
At that name, the teacher's pen paused. He looked at Yu Xiaogang in confusion, then turned a questioning gaze toward Sunday, who was seated behind him.
Sunday noticed the teacher looking his way and nodded slightly, approving Shrek Academy's registration.
Seeing their exchange, Yu Xiaogang frowned and said unhappily:
"What? Does Heaven Dou Royal Academy now turn away even academies that wish to compete? If that's the case, isn't the tournament your academy is hosting rather cheap?"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang immediately resort to moral blackmail while painting himself as righteous, the teacher, who had been about to register him, slapped the desk and stood with a cold expression.
"You!"
Seeing the teacher's anger, Yu Xiaogang raised his chin, looking as though he had been proven right.
Sunday stepped forward and patted the teacher on the shoulder.
"I'll handle this. Just carry on with registration."
"Yes, Chief Dean."
Seeing Sunday intervene personally, the teacher nodded, overwhelmed by the honor.
At the sight of Sunday, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot. This man had single-handedly destroyed half a lifetime of his work and made his dignity a laughingstock.
If Tang San had not given him pills that could increase his soul power and overcome his martial soul's defect, he probably would have spent the rest of his life beneath Sunday's shadow.
But then the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth lifted. Things were