The Eastsea City government attached great importance to this Tianhai Grand Competition. The main reason was that their results in previous years had been truly dismal.
Eastsea City was one of the five host cities of the Tianhai Grand Competition, yet its results had consistently languished near the bottom in recent years. Even second- and third-tier cities that were not qualified to host the competition could come and trample all over them.
As the only intermediate Soul Master Academy in Eastsea City, Eastsea Academy naturally received tremendous attention as well.
With a grand wave of his hand, Eastsea City's mayor, Li Moguang, dispatched several dedicated vehicles and personally went to the gates of Eastsea Academy to escort these treasured students to the Tianhai Grand Competition. Yu Zhen thumped his chest confidently and said, "Old Li, our school has put together a Class Zero. They're geniuses among geniuses. This time, they're sure to bring back a good result for Eastsea City."
Seeing Yu Zhen's confidence, Li Moguang felt his fighting spirit ignite for the first time in ages.
He slapped his thigh. "Good! Old Yu, you'll personally take the children to the competition!"
"Ah! Me?" Yu Zhen pointed at his own face in disbelief. "Come on, Old Li. Other schools are only sending a year director. Won't I lose face if I go myself?"
Li Moguang waved a hand. "Oh, Old Yu! If you go in person, doesn't that show how much we value talent? Right? And if the children do well at the Tianhai Grand Competition, you can give a speech onstage and attract more talent to Eastsea City."
From the front passenger seat, Yu Zhen turned to look at Wu Changkong, doing his best to squeeze out a smile.
"Teacher Wu."
Wu Changkong had been resting with his eyes