Tang San nodded and at the same time, waved his hand behind him to signal Xiaowu, who wanted to follow, to stay back. Then, he strode after Flander toward the academy's interior.
Flander's office, which was also his residence, wasn't far from the small training field where Tang San had fought with Zhao Wuji the day before. The room was furnished simply, with just the necessary items.
Seated behind his desk, Flander looked at Tang San, his eyes suddenly revealing a complex light, "How is the Master doing?"
Tang San nodded, saying, "Teacher is doing well."
Flander looked at him with some surprise, "You're his student? No wonder, no wonder he even gave you that belt. When I saw you with that belt that day, plus your age, I knew you would come to our Shrek Academy, but I had no idea you were his disciple. He used to tell me that one day, he would cultivate a genius Soul Master who would astonish the continent. It seems you are his choice."
