Xiao Yi controlled the air and left, transforming into a streak of light and gradually disappearing into the distance.
Swoosh...
Suddenly, the figure of the deputy dean appeared beside Qing Lin out of thin air.
"Hmm?" The deputy dean looked at the distant light streak, furrowing his brow.
"Where's this kid going?"
"Going into retreat." Qing Lin pouted and replied.
"Retreat?" The deputy dean asked in confusion, "The academy has plenty of seclusion rooms. Why is he heading outside?"
"How would I know?" Qing Lin shrugged, "Junior Brother Xiao Yi must have his reasons."
"How long will he be gone?" the deputy dean pursued the question.
Qing Lin shook his head, "I don't know, he said he would be back within three months."
"Three months?" The deputy dean's eyes widened, "You didn't stop him?"
"When martial artists go into retreat, they often immerse their minds deeply; if they gain sudden insight, they might even be unable to pull back."
