Zhao Wuji fought off his drowsiness and spoke.
What he feared most was this brat coming over for a Martial Soul exchange.
It had been fine back when the brat was weak.
But now...
He could neither beat him in a fight nor bring himself to scold him.
All he could do was get angry.
This brat was nowhere near as adorable as he had been as a child.
"No."
"I came to check on you."
"By the way, aren't you curious how the Dean broke through to Soul Douluo so quickly?"
Lu Ning spoke with an air of mystery, but Zhao Wuji exposed him irritably. "Curious, my ass."
"Do you think that shameless old bastard Flender knows how to keep his mouth shut?"
"The very first night he got that Soul Bone from you, he came knocking in the middle of the night and woke me up, just like you. He insisted on showing off that his student had given him a Soul Bone, then cried for ages as he talked."
"He kept saying you had a bright future, that raising you hadn't been for nothing, and things like that."
"What?"
"Have you master and disciple decided I'm a mandatory checkpoint before you graduate?" Zhao Wuji stared at Lu Ning strangely. He had watched this brat grow up too. To say he wasn't envious would have been a lie.
But Zhao Wuji had never expected the little fellow to give him anything.
He could practically see the end of his own future at a glance.
Even if he had a chance to take another step forward in this lifetime.
It would only be to the Soul Douluo realm.
By comparison.
He would rather watch these little monsters become dragons and phoenixes, watching them climb one peak after another.
"Ahem."