Surrounding the scene, there was no supervisor in sight. Little Xinzhuo lay on the ground, with a relentless flow of blood from his abdomen. His diminutive frame was sprawled on the earth, his complexion deathly pale, blood soaking his clothes crimson.
"Ah Zhuo!"
Xin Lin rushed forward, parting the crowd.
"Xin Lin, this is the Yuheng Class's classroom, what are you doing here?"
Chu Miaoyun's face showed a hint of unnaturalness upon seeing Xin Lin.
"Who did this!"
Xin Lin's gaze swept over the surrounding students, who all remained silent.
"He was no match for me. During our Spirit Art duel, I injured him," Chu Miaoyun stated without the slightest trace of guilt.
"No supervisor present and you engaged in a private duel?"
Xin Lin sharply interrogated her.
Chu Miaoyun was at a loss for words for a moment.
Truth be told, the Spiritual Technique Class had already finished.
