Three months flew by, leaving only two days before the Soul Master Tournament began. Tang Xuan watched the Shrek Seven Monsters and Tai Long's group of four, who were still training individually ahead of him. Over those three months, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill had improved tremendously through constant practice together. The seven had also become highly proficient with their Seven-in-One Fusion Skill. However, the core of their fusion was no longer Dai Mubai's Evil-Eyed White Tiger, but Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, which unleashed even greater power.
As for Tai Long's group, all four had improved under a month of his relentless pressure. Tai Long and Jiang Zhu had broken through to rank thirty-nine, while Jing Ling and Huang Yuan had reached rank thirty-eight. Their strength had been thoroughly consolidated, but that did not mean they were finished. Tang Xuan still had one last lesson to impart, to make absolutely certain nothing went wrong.
Behind Tang Xuan, in the spot where he used to bask in the sun every day, Flender, Zhao Wuji, Grandmaster, Liu Erlong, and Qin Ming sat around a small table, drinking tea Tang Xuan had brewed.
Flender savored the tea, then said contentedly, "That boy Xiao Xuan certainly knows how to pick a spot. Not only is the view wide open, but you can enjoy the sunshine all day. When the sunlight gets too harsh, this big tree beside us blocks most of the glare, keeping it neither too strong nor too weak. It feels so comfortable on the skin! No wonder Xiao Xuan liked lying here all the time. I'd do the same every day."
Zhao Wuji chimed in beside him, "Boss, isn't that already how you spend every day?"
Flender rolled his eyes at Zhao Wuji. "Old Zhao, what