At this moment, the gates of the Ogre Academy, usually a place of quiet focus, were currently buzzing with an anxious, vibrating energy.
The morning sun had climbed high, casting long shadows over the now fully recovered "Ogre Seven"—the group of youths destined to redefine the martial history of the Cao Yin Kingdom.
At the center stood Tang Shan, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.
He was the anchor of the team, the man who had turned a "trash" plant spirit like the Bright Silver Vine into a weapon of surgical precision.
Flanking him were the other legends-in-the-making: Tai Yuhao, whose White Tiger spirit roared silently within his soul; Xiao Ruo, her rabbit ears twitching at every passing breeze; Mu Xiaojun, his chest puffed out with the arrogance of his "Phoenix" flames; Zhu Ziyan, standing like a statue of ice; and Xiao Ao, the group's Gourmet Hunter, whose culinary talents provided the buffs that kept them in the fight.
