"Teacher, Xuan Zi." Ye Qing smiled and greeted the two of them.
Xuan Zi looked Ye Qing up and down, a hint of gravity in his surprised gaze. "Kid, what's your cultivation now? Why can even I sense such a strong threat from you?"
Once someone advanced to Limit Douluo, they gained the legendary "son-of-a-bitch tingle." No matter how well the other party concealed themselves, a Limit Douluo could sense that elusive threat.
In the original story, Huo Yuhao developed PTSD because of Long Xiaoyao precisely because of this ability of Limit Douluos.
Xuan Zi wasn't lying. If he hadn't sensed an inexplicable new threat within the academy, he wouldn't even have detected Ye Qing's presence.
Truly worthy of being the weakest Limit Douluo...
"I was lucky enough to reach eight rings." Ye Qing flicked the hem of his clothes. A little wind and frost, nothing worth mentioning.
Mu En was also studying Ye Qing, but his attention was not on Ye Qing's current strength. Instead, it was on the tower-shaped mark between his brows.
The longer he examined it, the more shocked he became, until he was filled with a complicated mixture of disbelief and wild joy.
"Lucky enough to reach eight rings..." Xuan Zi opened his mouth, then looked at Mu En. Following Mu En's gaze, he finally noticed the tower-shaped mark.
"This is..."
Though the mark looked unremarkable, any powerful person who saw it would be briefly stun-locked. The stronger they were, and the closer they stood to the limits of humanity, the more they could sense how extraordinary it was.
Mu En and Xuan Zi had essentially reached the end of the road for human Soul Masters, yet even so, they could sense the gulf between themselves and whoever had left that mark.
That gulf was