The members of the Shrek Team landed one after another, excitement gleaming in every pair of eyes.
Even Chen Ping felt a measure of soaring pride, along with the complicated emotions of finally reaching shore after months adrift.
First he had killed bandits, then fought an Evil Soul Douluo with his life on the line, and then borrowed a tiger's skin for his banner, putting on an invincible front at the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament.
Chen Ping had experienced far too much over this past month and more. He was exhausted.
"Children, welcome home."
Yan Shaozhe and the other three strode forward to greet them.
The four first paid their respects to Xuan Zi, then approached the members of the Shrek Team, who had returned laden with honors.
Yan Shaozhe was relatively restrained. He merely clapped Ma Xiaotao heavily on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiaotao, your master was wrong. Soul Tools are good things. Our Martial Soul Department needs to use more of them from now on."
Qian Duoduo was much more direct. He spread his immensely thick arms and pulled Chen Ping into a crushing embrace.
"You little brat, you've made quite a name for yourself out there! You even made me look good back here at the academy!"
Qian Duoduo's broad, solid, fortress-like frame collided with the explosively muscular physique Chen Ping concealed beneath his robes. Their solid chests slammed together with a thunderous bang.
"Damn, you've finally grown taller! I thought you were still that little squirt. Mm, not bad. You've gotten stronger too! Hahahaha!"
Looking at Chen Ping, who had actually shot up in height again during nearly two months of competition, the over-two-meter-tall Qian Duoduo laughed in satisfaction.
They hugged tightly, especially Chen Ping. One look at the muscles bulging along his arms