The cornbread bun in Flender's hand fell to the ground and rolled to Zhao Wuji's feet.
Zhao Wuji's hand shook as he held his porridge, spilling half a bowl of thin gruel onto his crotch. He jumped up with a yelp from the scalding heat, but had no time to wipe it off. His eyes widened. "What did you say?"
"A God King! Qian Renxue, the Pope of Spirit Hall and successor to the Angel God! They say golden light shot into the sky over Spirit City last night, lighting up the whole city! Consecrated Elder Gatling Douluo also inherited the Asura God Position last night!"
Flender froze.
The flesh on Zhao Wuji's face twitched.
They still vividly remembered sitting in the audience, cracking sunflower seeds and watching the spectacle at the Three-Year Pact ceremony in Spirit City all those years ago, when Yu Xiaogang had publicly backed Qian Renxue and disparaged Bibi Dong, only to be blasted to dust by the Rakshasa God's light.
Later, Qian Renxue had ascended to the position of Pope, and the major sects had scrambled to declare their loyalty.
Flender and Zhao Wuji had huddled in a corner, exchanging looks. In the end, they had neither shouted anything nor declared their stance, slipping away amid the clamor of the crowd.
The two exchanged looks. "Is this news reliable?"
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance, and Liu Erlong came storming in.
She looked none too pleased. The moment she entered, she slapped an invitation onto the battered table in front of Flender.
"Spirit Hall sent this." Liu Erlong folded her arms, her tone distinctly irritated. "Soul Spirit Academy is expanding its enrollment. They're inviting the major sects and Soul Master Academies to send students for exchanges and study. Our Blue Tyrant Academy received