"That's right, isn't he just a Sixth-Rank Official? My family has quite a few vassals of the sixth rank, and I've never seen any of them put on such airs,"
"All mysterious, no telling if he's got any real skills."
"What a dump, not even a cup of tea to drink, and the desks are as hard as rocks."
"Does anyone have something to eat?"
"I do."
Most from families that could afford to enter Bishui Daoist Academy were well-off, and Zhao Xing's mysterious behavior had drawn much discontent from the noble offspring.
Many also complained about the simplicity of the Marquis Mansion and the poor quality of food provided.
Shang Ziyan and Su Minghui had found a quiet spot to sit cross-legged.
They had both established a Soul Contract with their pets.
As they sat there channeling their energy, a square contract emerged from the vortex within their Dantian, each bearing the image of a mutant beast.
