Shapudian.
The sky had a hint of dawn.
The long night was about to end.
Zhuang Jun took off his helmet and held it with both hands, standing on the Northeast Tiger Tank, gazing at the Illusory Ice Lake ahead.
The restless water of the lake had an obvious blur, like a cloud covering the snowy ground.
This is the Illusory Ice Lake.
It was also the site of the supernatural event that just happened yesterday.
Around the illusory lake waters, each tree was covered with icicles, as if they were ice sculptures.
Looking at all this, Zhuang Jun felt an inexplicable sensation in his heart.
He recalled his school days at Minghua University, especially the scheming between classmates, and suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.
Zhuang Jun thought to himself, "This is a grand new era; I want to achieve great things like Mr. Ghost!"
Suddenly, he made a decision—not to return to campus for studies.
Of course.
This didn't mean he didn't want a diploma.
