If Linghu Yangzhen had comprehended a trace of the ancestral art, he would still have to tuck his tail between his legs.
But he didn’t. It was just a false alarm.
Upon hearing this, many juniors heaved a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but chuckle in whispers.
Linghu Jie clasped his hands behind his back and said, “Of course, Big Brother has failed more than once. To be able to muster up the courage to come back today, you should be rewarded. Let’s not laugh anymore. Who knows, we might not be able to see Big Brother again tomorrow.”
Su Yu was reminiscing about the many soul secret arts he had comprehended during the day.
The buzzing of a fly suddenly sounded beside his ear, interrupting his reminiscence.
A wave of disgust welled up in Su Yu’s heart as he said indifferently, “But one can not be repeated. I will only say this sentence one last time!”
