The next day, Su City Dragon Martial.
Before the Heavenly Pile Class,
once Lu Chenzhou arrived, Old Tian came over with a smile.
"Congratulations! You've really brought glory to Dragon City."
"I've just managed to fulfill the expectations."
"We'll eat together at noon, to celebrate for you. It's actually a custom among the top martial universities. If a classmate wins a place in a major competition, it's a glory for the other students too. Be sure to come."
"Alright, I'll treat."
"No need, I've got the routine funds given by the homeroom teacher."
"Okay then."
Chen Xiaoyun, with her whip coiled around her slender waist, ran over and said:
"Chenzhou, you're getting close to Ninth Rank, right?"
"Still lacking a bit in Fire Control."
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyun secretly gasped in alarm.
Wow, his progress is terrifying; he's going to catch up with me soon.
The most frustrated was Xiao He.
Half a year ago, at the start of school,
he was the second to last in the class.
