Ning Rongrong and Xue Na also spotted Flender. Both recognized him at a glance-he was that swindler of an uncle!
He was the one who had sold a worthless rock for two hundred Gold Soul Coins!
Ning Rongrong was spoiled to begin with. Remembering how those two hundred Gold Soul Coins had gone down the drain, she immediately bristled with anger.
She ran a few steps to Su Yu's side, planted her hands on her hips, and glared at Flender, her clear, bright voice full of displeasure:
"You swindler! It's you!"
The cry of "you swindler" startled Flender. He narrowed his eyes and studied Ning Rongrong. Only after a long moment did he recall something, stroking his chin with a chuckle:
"Oh? It's you, little girl. What, wasn't that stone useful?"
"Useful, my foot!" Ning Rongrong said indignantly. "Two hundred Gold Soul Coins for a worthless rock! You were obviously ripping us off!"
Su Yu helplessly patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, signaling her to calm down, then said to Flender:
"Dean, Rongrong is young and speaks rather bluntly. Please forgive her."
Flender did not mind. Instead, his smile grew wider. "No harm done, no harm done. It was a willing transaction. I didn't force you to buy it."
"Besides, anything sold by me, Flender, has something special about it-even a stone."
Changing the subject, Flender turned his gaze back to Su Yu:
"Enough about that. You said you wanted to prove your strength?"
"Of course."
Su Yu nodded, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable certainty.
"Dean Flender, I am a Soul Saint, and my Martial Soul is my eyes. If you don't mind, I would like to spar with Teacher Zhao to prove my strength."
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and scarlet suddenly spread through his pitch-black pupils.