The following evening, Wu Tong gathered everyone together. The sight of Jiang Hai gave them all a fright, and Wu Tong asked worriedly, "Jiang Hai, how did you end up like this? Are you all right? Why don't you sit out tomorrow's match and take a day to rest? I know you're impatient, but cultivation isn't something you accomplish overnight. You can't rush it. If you suffer cultivation deviation, the losses will outweigh the gains."
Jiang Hai's steps were unsteady, his face pale, his eyes red and swollen, and his gaze listless. He looked for all the world as though he had overindulged in carnal pleasures.
Jiang Hai shook his head. "There's no need, Teacher Wu. I got absorbed in studying soul tools yesterday and exhausted myself mentally, that's all. I'll be fine after a night's rest. By the way, are the round-robin groups and schedule out yet? When is our first match?"
Wu Tong breathed a sigh of relief. With his strength, Jiang Hai was indisputably the mainstay of East Cang Academy. If he couldn't compete, their strength would drop considerably. At the mention of the schedule, a smile appeared on Wu Tong's face. "Baozi's good fortune worked its magic. The round-robin groups were divided according to the order of the elimination matches. We've been grouped with the eight academy teams neighboring us. Although there are nine teams in our group, their overall strength is on the weaker side. There's only one seeded team, the team representing the Dou Ling Empire Royal Soul Master Academy. And the Dou Ling Team is one of the weaker seeded teams. They reached the quarterfinals last time. We have every chance of competing alongside them for the two qualifying spots!"
The Dou Ling Team. There were four great empires on the Douluo Continent,