Wu Zhangkong nodded once more.
Shen Yi continued on. “HIs first soul ring is purple and his physique is excellent. Did you raise him to be like this? If he has three rings by the time he’s fifteen, his body will likely transform again. You have an eye for disciples.”
Wu Zhangkong said, “If you have time you can continue watching their matches. I’m going for now.” He stood up to depart, his white robes fluttering along his strides.
Shen Yi watched as he left, blinking a few times. A pensive look settled on her face as she lost herself in contemplation.
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Within box three.
Whether it was Mu Chen or Duan Xuan, both wore faces of shock.
