An Eternal Place to Belong

Jielong Seventh Academy, Huangchen Hall.

In the ever-quiet audience chamber, there seemed to be no one present. Only a petite young girl sat in a wide chair, a spatial window spread out before her as she switched through images.

On the screen, footage of a fierce battle was playing, capturing the young girl's attention.

Fan Xinglu watched the battle with great interest and offered her assessment.

"Impressive skills, but still lacking refinement. If they trained under me, they should amount to something. Barely a gem. Still inferior to Hufeng and Cecily, let alone Xiaohui, and even less so compared to you."

As she spoke, Fan Xinglu raised her head from the spatial window and, wearing an innocent smile, sought the opinion of the disciple who had appeared in the hall below at some unknown time.

"What do you think?"

Fan Xinglu's question made Fang Li shake his head with a laugh.

"I don't know who Master is referring to, but as always, Master only pays attention to such things. That really is like you."

Who could deny it?

It had only been about two months since the fierce battle between her and Fang Li.

At the time, Fan Xinglu had been completely satisfied. For quite some time afterward, she had been in the best mood imaginable and, unusually, had not caused trouble for disciples like Zhao Hufeng, moving Zhao Hufeng to the verge of tears.

But Fan Xinglu was still Fan Xinglu. Her thirst for battle seemed endless, and she had already returned to her old self.

"It can't be helped. If Xiaohui wants to meet my expectations, he will likely need much more training. Hufeng and Cecily are also still far from mature and cannot yet satisfy me." Fan Xinglu gazed at Fang Li and said with a faintly