Dizzy was surveying this Xirong Academy.
The blazing sun shone overhead, and flowers and grass flourished on both sides.
Occasionally, students walked through the street here, engaging in spirited discussions, their eyes full of the unique, clear foolishness of youth.
From above, the entire academy is a standard square, covering more than six hundred square kilometers, divided into dozens of campuses, with seventeen giant peaks, akin to a small academy city.
Dizzy passed through the office area, with four black-armored Heavy Guards following closely behind, as students along the way greeted him.
It was early morning, the crisp sound of birds constantly ringing out, the time for students to attend their morning classes, when suddenly a commotion and shouting came from afar.
"What's going on?" Dizzy stopped and asked the guard next to him.
The guard had remarkable eyesight and saw clearly what was happening in the distance: "It's a few students challenging civilian teachers."
