A red sun slowly sank toward the western earth and mountains.
Its light was no longer dazzling or blinding, but carried a gentle brightness.
The western sky had been dyed a sheet of crimson, the evening clouds stretching endlessly like favored consorts who had received rewards, joyfully clustering around the emperor, wishing to stay up late with him.
Everything on Qing Mao Mountain was enveloped in a hazy rose-colored glow.
The stilted buildings were draped in a layer of golden gauze.
The woods planted around the academy seemed to have been brushed with a faint sheen of oil.
The breeze blew softly as the students, carrying the Primeval Stone stipends they had just received, walked out of the classroom, each looking refreshed and invigorated.
"I really don't know what Fang Yuan was thinking, giving up the position of class monitor!"
"Heh heh heh, his brain must be broken. He probably thinks about killing people all day. We shouldn't bother with a madman like that."
"Come to think of it, when he barged into the academy that day, he really gave me a fright. It was terrifying. After I went back that day, I had nightmares all night."
The students walked in twos and threes, keeping each other company.
"Greetings, Class Monitor."
"Mm."
"Greetings, Class Monitor."
"Mm-hm."
Gu Yue Mo Bei swaggered along, and wherever he went, every student bowed to greet him.
His face was filled with irrepressible excitement and intoxication.
This was the charm of power.
Even the slightest preferential treatment could make people feel their own worth more keenly.
As the sun set in the west and its dying rays resembled blood, Mo Bei looked on and thought happily, How had I never noticed before? This crimson sunset is truly adorable...
"Hmph, he's already putting on airs just