On the distant Ferry Skiff, Wang Yan, who had been recording nonstop with a Recording Pearl and planned to return to the Outer Court tomorrow to share everything he had captured with Mu Jin for a laugh, was instantly dumbstruck.
He rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief, a trace of bewilderment appearing in his gaze.
W-was this right? Hadn't Teacher Mu Jin gone to prepare for the public lesson in a few days?
Seeing Wang Yan still standing on the Ferry, unable to comprehend what had happened, Xuan Zi kicked him off the boat, with more than a hint of using public authority to settle a private score.
The force of Xuan Zi's kick was exceptionally deft, seeming to carry and push Wang Yan straight off the Ferry, skimming over the lake toward the center of Sea God Lake.
For a moment, Wang Yan could barely control his airborne body as six Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, and two black-rose from beneath his feet.
Streaks of light flickered, turning into faint luminous patterns that supported his body in midair, continuing to support him once the force of Xuan Zi's kick had largely dissipated.
In a few swift movements, he passed through a gap among the male students and emerged ahead of them.
At once, loud cheers erupted from both the boys' and the girls' sides.
Quite apart from being the teacher who had led many of the Class One students present, Wang Yan had also led the main team and the Reserve Team at the previous Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, so the vast majority knew him.
His handsome appearance, gentle bearing, and the deep eyes hidden behind his glasses were quite eye-catching as well.
"Go, Teacher Wang!"
Even Bei Bei, the host, could not help raising his right fist