A perfectly good Soul Fighting match had turned into a fan autograph session, and Chen Ping could only complete the task with a helpless look on his face.
Only then did the group leave the Soul Fighting Zone under Wang Yan's lead and head toward the hotel.
After they left Star Luo Plaza, Ning Tian approached Wang Yan and asked quietly, "Teacher Wang, shouldn't you let us watch the other academies' matches too?"
"At least let us see how the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy fights. They're in the second group, and they'll be competing today too."
Wang Yan shook his head. "Rather than spending time watching matches, you'd be better off going back and cultivating properly. I alone am enough to observe our opponents. What you need to focus on is staying in form."
"Chen Ping did very well today. Not only did he bring us a victory, but more importantly, he kept our strength from being exposed."
"As long as we hold on for a few more matches until Xiaotao and the other two all return, our remaining matches will be much easier."
Ning Tian did, after all, come from a distinguished major sect. Although she was only twelve or thirteen, she could still hear how Wang Yan was looking left and right and talking around the subject. She nodded thoughtfully and asked no more.
Once they returned to the Star Emperor Hotel, Wang Yan immediately told everyone to return to their rooms and rest.
Only after Chen Ping saw Wang Yan leave the hotel entrance and hurry toward the Soul Fighting Zone through his room's enormous floor-to-ceiling windows did he open his door and step out.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng had also lost their usual carefree air. A faint trace of worry lingered between their