Seeing that class was about to end, Xu Ran ran to a nearby flower shop and bought three bouquets for Xiao Wu and the others.
Life needed surprises and a sense of ceremony to keep it from feeling dull and tiresome.
A little while later, a large crowd of spirited boys and girls poured out of the corridor.
Xu Ran stood there holding three bouquets, his handsome, upright figure and extraordinary bearing instantly drawing countless gazes.
Everyone looked at Xu Ran in surprise. As Soul Masters, they were knowledgeable enough to recognize that someone like him was either wealthy or noble, with an exalted status. That sort of bearing was certainly not something an ordinary person could possess.
A group of girls began casting flirtatious glances at Xu Ran the moment they saw him.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, marrying well was a skill too. For female Soul Masters, it was the fastest way to elevate their status and position, without exception.
On the Douluo Continent, where Martial Souls were inherited through families, everyone knew their talent and the limits of their future cultivation from birth. Those limits had been established through repeated attempts by their family predecessors with the same kind of Martial Soul.
The Douluo Continent was a world of clearly defined classes. Martial Souls passed down through families continually cemented those class divisions.
A pheasant could never become a phoenix. On the Douluo Continent, that saying really was true.
Over the thousands of years of the Douluo Continent's history, those who rode the tides and stirred the winds and clouds were, when all was said and done, still the descendants of those great families. Occasionally, a few powerful, mutated Martial Souls would emerge from smaller families.
The Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Seven