"Teacher Zhou," Huo Yuhao approached Zhou Yi and stood still, respectfully saluting her.
It had been over three months since they left the academy. Zhou Yi looked at the trio of Huo Yuhao and could see that the past few months of trial and hardship had evidently made them more composed; they seemed to have grown taller, too. What surprised Zhou Yi most was their resolute gaze—those were the eyes of someone with a persistent belief, a look she had only seen in inner court disciples before.
Because of her familiarity with such a transformation, Zhou Yi was even more astonished. In her eyes, Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao seemed to have shed their immaturity and truly become restrained and mature. Even though they were still under thirteen, Zhou Yi saw the embryonic form of top-level Soul Masters in them.
