At Xiao Wu's words, everyone turned their eyes toward Tang San.
He was clutching his chest, his face contorted with pain.
"Tang San?"
"Little San, what's wrong...?"
"Third Brother..."
Tang San's sudden change gave everyone a fright.
"It's nothing. Just a sudden, unexplained pain in my heart..."
Tang San spoke with a hand pressed against his chest.
Gradually, his expression returned to normal. Yet his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the remains of the Man Faced Demon Spider.
For some reason, he had the strange impression that he had lost something important.
But Tang San soon chuckled at himself. It was only a dead thousand-year soul beast. What could be so important about it?
It had to be an illusion brought on by excessive tension.
Seeing that everyone was unharmed, Flender finally said, "Let's go. We'll hunt for Oscar's soul ring now."
But when his words fell, someone hesitated.
"Zhu Zhuqing, aren't you coming with us?"
Flender noticed the unusual expression on Zhu Zhuqing's face.
"Dean Flender, thank you for all your help and guidance lately. But I'd like to leave for a while."
The hesitation in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes gradually gave way to resolve.
Whether Ning Rongrong's words were true or not, she wanted to visit Spirit City.
Unlike Dai Mubai, she would not willingly sink into depravity. As long as there was even a sliver of hope of changing her fate, she would not give up.
And after meeting Dai Mubai, she was even more certain. She could not count on that playboy. She could only rely on herself.
"Dean, you can't agree to this!" Dai Mubai grew anxious.
But Flender shook his head. "That's not for me to decide. Everyone chooses the road beneath their own feet. However..."
"I won't refund your tuition."
At Flender's words, Zhu Zhuqing