Yang Chang'an and Niu Wenchuan ate and drank their fill, then strolled leisurely from the Cafeteria toward the Martial Arts Arena.
As they approached the grounds, they spotted five figures waiting in the distance. Jin Li'er stood at the front, with Qingyu, Shi Hao, and Le Zhengxuan behind her.
Sharp-eyed Jin Li'er spotted Yang Chang'an from afar and immediately waved her little hand. "Yang Chang'an! Over here!"
The others turned to look at him together. Once Yang Chang'an drew closer, he clearly noticed that Qingyu and Shi Hao looked rather unhappy, their faces tinged with unmistakable bitterness. They had apparently intended to offer a few polite words, but after opening their mouths, all they managed were helpless sighs.
The usually swaggering Shi Hao was the first to squeeze out a remark. "Fine. You're impressive."
Their reactions told Yang Chang'an everything: word that he had successfully absorbed a thousand-year second Soul Ring had clearly spread.
That was only natural. He was the disciple Qianjun Douluo had personally acknowledged, and his achievement was unprecedented. With Qianjun Douluo's inability to keep anything to himself, he must have been trumpeting it everywhere. The entire Worship Hall had probably heard by now.
Yang Chang'an smiled and waved a hand, speaking with great modesty. "I just got lucky this time and managed to pull it off. Without all those coincidences lining up, you might be visiting me in a sickbed at home right now."
Qingyu gently shook his head beside him. Lucky? Who could absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring on luck alone? If that counted as luck, then there had been far too many poor devils on the Douluo Continent over the years who got stuck at Soul Grandmaster and failed when they risked absorbing a Soul Ring.
Shi Hao had always spoken his mind. Still