Zhang Gaqi left with a face full of grievance. He could sense the distance hidden within Zhang Chen's politeness, like clouds on the horizon that always kept neither too near nor too far from him.
Watching Zhang Gaqi's retreating back until his figure disappeared, Zhang Chen finally withdrew his gaze and returned to the room to urge the Three Little Ones to cultivate.
Before dawn the next day.
Zhang Chen directly ordered the servants of Zhong Manor to ready the carriage and head for the academy. As for waiting for little fatty Zhang Gaodan? There was no way he was waiting!
Right now, he did not want any entanglements with Zhang Gaodan. The Eight Great Families were about to descend into internal strife, and he had no desire to be dragged into it.
The carriage left through the back gate and leisurely made its way to the academy. The servant respectfully said to Zhang Chen, "Young Master, we have arrived at the academy."
Zhang Chen lifted the carriage curtain and looked toward the academy, then revealed a surprised expression. "As expected of an academy. It truly is grand and imposing, nothing Jinling Academy can compare to."
Why was that?
As far as the eye could see, the academy had actually been built amid the mountains. Eight great mountains stood connected together, soaring into the clouds in majestic splendor and looking extraordinarily imposing. Amid the mists at their peaks stood densely packed palace halls, magnificent and resplendent, vast and majestic beyond words.
"This doesn't look like a place for studying. It looks more like the residence of the Privileged Class," Zhang Chen remarked.
"Young Master, you are unaware of this. Those who study at the academy are all children of the Privileged Class. They cannot endure the bleak chill of the