A gleam flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. Just now, he had sensed Yan Shaozhe focusing some of his attention on him. It seemed Ma Xiaotao had already told her teacher that he had relieved the backlash from her evil fire.
Du Weilun tactfully offered to hold the drawing box, but Yan Shaozhe declined with a smile. He wanted to personally oversee the draw for the final four teams in this Freshman Assessment.
"Freshman Class Nine, Team Huo Yuhao, come forward to draw."
Huo Yuhao showed no trace of stage fright. He walked confidently onto the platform, reached into the box, and drew his team's lot.
"Young man, I have high hopes for you. I wish you and your team an excellent result."
Huo Yuhao bowed slightly in thanks. "Thank you, Dean. We certainly won't disappoint you."
After handing his lot to Du Weilun, Huo Yuhao turned and stepped off the platform.
"Freshman Class Nine, Team Huo Yuhao, number two."
Number two meant they would compete in the second arena during the semifinals. There were only four lots in the box: two marked one and two marked two.
"Freshman Class Five, Team Dai Huabin, draw your lot."
Dai Huabin had not personally drawn lots in the previous rounds. Clearly, with Yan Shaozhe here today, he wanted the dean of the Martial Soul Department to remember his face.
Dai Huabin brushed past Huo Yuhao as one went up onto the platform and the other came down. A cold gleam flashed in both their eyes.
The prescription Yao Lao had written for the duchess had been very effective. Although it had not restored her completely to normal, it had eliminated most of her ailments.
The Duke's Mansion had also sent Huo Yuhao a handsome payment earlier. Following his principle of turning away nothing