Deep within the dense southern forests of the Fresher Meet Village, a white-masked woman flew through the air like a streak of light.
She was Kora Veyne, one of the Deans of the Academy.
Behind her, a dozen figures in senior student uniforms pursued at high speed, relentless in their chase.
Kora glanced over her shoulder.
They were still on her trail.
Her eyes narrowed as her gaze fell on the black burn mark marring her right arm.
"The reports in the Academy were wrong," she muttered through clenched teeth.
"That kid Shelby... he's more troublesome than anyone imagined."
She clicked her tongue in frustration and increased her speed, cutting through the wind.
"I saw through his cultivation level. I should've overwhelmed him with just a puff of my mana," she continued angrily.
"But he blocked my punch. Blocked it! I'm a Dean, damn it, and he's still a student!"
Her voice trembled with disbelief. The memory of their clash replayed in her mind.
