Sunday morning arrived, and Lin Feng took a leisurely bath before leaving his courtyard.
After changing into clean clothes, he headed outside the academy in search of breakfast.
The moment he stepped onto the main path, countless gazes locked onto him, some shocked, some curious, and some filled with barely concealed malice.
"That's Lin Feng! How is he still alive?"
"Did the Li Clan forgive him already?"
"Shhh… lower your voice. The Li Clan is probably already nearby, preparing some kind of kidnapping scheme. Poor Lin Feng… just a lonely paper boat sailing against the tides. What a pity he's going to die so young."
The whispers spread like wildfire, trailing him wherever he went.
People pointed, nudged each other, and cast looks of obvious pity his way.
Some even wore faint smiles, unable to hide the secret joy they felt at his supposed impending misfortune.
After all, watching someone fall from grace or simply fall in general was entertainment for many.
