The bell for the end of the second afternoon class rang, and the sky gradually darkened into evening.
The light in the small grove was weak, the forest deep and gloomy. As Lê Yu walked through the trees, her steel-soled boots crushed dry branches and leaves with a sharp cracking sound, which wasn't pleasant at all, but instead emphasized the remote quietness of the place.
A place where screaming at the top of your lungs would go unheard.
"Hey, if you really dare to use force, I will definitely shout. Cha Huan hasn't finished work yet, you know."
Shang Lingyi showed no signs of tension, walking briskly as if on an outing while following Niruo. With her hands crossed behind her back, her hair fluttering in the wind, she walked with a sway like a catwalk model, completely unguarded, speaking soft words with a bright smile.
However, Lê Yu and Niruo were slightly shaken—it was true that the Imperial Academy was still under Cha Huan's protection.
