"Teacher Qin Ming, it's been a long time." There had never been any bad blood between Xiao Yan and Qin Ming. During his time with the Imperial Fighting Team, Qin Ming had even looked after him, so Xiao Yan greeted him naturally when they met.
"Xiao Yan, Lingling, Tian Heng, and Yanzi, it's been a long time. I never imagined you would all join Jia Nan Academy. Those kids from our academy really suffered at your hands a few days ago." Qin Ming shook his head with a smile.
He held no grudge against Xiao Yan over Shrek Academy's defeat a few days earlier. To Qin Ming, every competition had winners and losers, and injuries were inevitable. There was no need to mix too many personal feelings into it.
To become mortal enemies with someone over losing a single soul fight or match would be far too petty.
In Qin Ming's eyes, such narrow-minded people did not deserve to be Soul Masters.
"Haha, we just got lucky." Xiao Yan smiled calmly.
He had barely finished speaking when Dugu Yan suddenly asked, "Teacher Qin Ming, you aren't blaming us for losing that match a few days ago, are you?"
Qin Ming froze for a moment, then smiled. "Yanzi, how could I? You spent several years under my guidance. You should know I'm not petty or narrow-minded. Who enters a tournament without ever losing?"
"Expecting to win every single time would be a little unrealistic, wouldn't it?"
Xiao Yan nodded casually, then suddenly looked up. On the second floor, Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, Salas, and the others were slowly emerging. Seeing Xiao Yan look their way, Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi smiled kindly at him.
"Teacher Qin, I'll head to the preparation area now. Until next time." Xiao Yan cupped his hands