Sunday saw Yu Xiaogang freeze and shrugged with a smile.
"All right, Grandmaster Yu, your registration is complete. The detailed tournament schedule will be sent to Shrek Academy later."
Yu Xiaogang's expression soured, but he did not dare continue arguing with Sunday. With a cold snort, he swept his sleeve back and left.
Watching the Shrek group recede into the distance, Sunday considered things for a moment.
Bibi Dong has clearly changed already. In that case, is Yu Xiaogang still useful? Judging by the medicine Tang San prepared for him, he wants him dead too...
Forget it. He doesn't look like he has long to live anyway. Having him muddy the waters a little more will still be useful.
Meanwhile, a blond youth in the crowd watched Yu Xiaogang and Yu Tianheng among the Shrek Academy group, disdain showing in his eyes.
"Relying on pills? Yu Tianheng, you really have fallen. You and that useless uncle of yours are jackals from the same hill.
"Relying on outside help amounts to nothing but a castle in the air. Only your own strength means anything!"
Yu Tianxin sneered and patted a Thunder Academy student beside him.
"Let's go!"
"Yes, boss."
Once order had returned, Sunday sat back down in his seat and quietly read his book.
"You certainly have refined tastes, sir."
Just then, a gentle voice came from above him, carrying a faint hint of teasing.
Sunday looked up to see Xue Qinghe standing before him with a gentle smile.
"Your Highness, what brings you here...?"
Xue Qinghe had not come to see him for quite some time. Recently, Xue Ye had handed him a great deal of official business, so Xue Qinghe rarely went out.
Xue Qinghe straightened his collar, delight written across his face.
"I have cultivated diligently for