Soul Depth Exceeding 3?

Zhang Xuan nodded his head and continued proceeding forward.

The voice of the lady was sonorous and attracted the attention of many. The crowd immediately opened up a path for him.

"He, he… is Zhang laoshi?"

Seeing the young man he had just "reprimanded" walking toward the dueling ring, Liu Xun's mouth twitched.

'Didn't you say that Zhang laoshi was nearing his twenties?

'Then why does he look so young…'

More importantly, given how massive the affair was, he should at least wear something more official. To be dressed in everyday attire which probably wasn't even worth a single gold coin….

'Aren't you too laidback!'

When Liu Xun recalled how he lectured the other party for cutting in line, tears threatened to stream down his cheek.

If he wasn't allowed to enter… then what kind of lecture could they hear? The lecture of the wind?

In any case, his embarrassment didn't last for long. Because... Zhang laoshi's lecture had begun.