"Kid, let's have a chat."
Looking at the figure in front of him, as if made of glass with a head of fiery hair, Zhang Yu knew that this was none other than Master Xinghuo, the person he had never met but often heard about.
Following the person to a rooftop of a tall building, Zhang Yu asked in confusion, "Senior, is there something you need from me?"
Master Xinghuo laughed heartily, spitting out a string of sparks from his mouth: "Why be so formal and call me 'senior'? You and Yu Xinghan are fellow students in cultivation; just call me Master."
Zhang Yu was slightly stunned: "Master?"
"Yes." Master Xinghuo replied, then smiled and said, "Have you decided which university and major to choose?"
He looked at Zhang Yu with a half-smile and asked, "Surely it's not Netherworld University?"
Zhang Yu did not answer directly but asked, "Do you think Nether University is unsuitable, Senior?"
