"All right. Although we don't know what happened after we passed out, being alive is good enough. Let's head back to the academy first. We can come back for Tang San's Soul Ring once we've recovered."
At the mention of Tang San, everyone came back to themselves as well and looked at him with complicated expressions. The scene of him abandoning everyone and running away alone was still vivid in their minds.
Although they understood it was only human nature, when it happened right beside them, it still left them feeling deeply uncomfortable.
Tang San also came back to himself at this moment.
"Was all of that... a dream?"
He stared at his own hands in disbelief, unable to calm down for a long time. All the effort he had put in within the dream had turned into nothing, and he found it impossible to accept.
Zhao Wuji, who had no idea about everything that had happened afterward, also did not understand why everyone's expressions were so strange. He looked at Tang San and said:
"Tang San, we'll come back another time to obtain your Soul Ring. No problem with that, right?"
Zhao Wuji's words instantly jolted Tang San awake, leaving him with no time to dwell on the events in the dream.
"I'm fine with that, Elder Zhao."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly sensed that something seemed off with his Soul Power. It was as if something strange had appeared inside his body, and he felt as though his entire body was filled with strength.
Puzzled, he summoned his Blue Silver Grass. Four Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow—appeared one after another above his Martial Soul.
Zhao Wuji stared at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand in disbelief, his eyeballs nearly popping out onto the ground.
"What