What Are They... Afraid?

Fierce-beast stains had a pungent odor that was difficult to remove, leaving Li Qingshan with no choice but to apply body wash over and over again.

Outside the shower stalls, the atmosphere gradually grew livelier as other classmates also returned to the lounge to change clothes.

After a while, the voices of people slowly faded away.

"Brother Shan, I'll wait for you outside." Zhao Hongzhou's voice came from outside.

Li Qingshan acknowledged with a hum, sniffed around himself to make sure there was no odor left, then turned, picked up the machete leaning against the door frame, and placed it under the showerhead to rinse.

The stains vanished rapidly under the rushing water, and the one-and-a-quarter-meter blade flashed with metallic luster once more.

Li Qingshan brushed his hand across the blade, revealing a satisfied smile.

Wan Keshan had used it to shatter an alloy iron cage with a single strike earlier, yet there wasn't a single scratch on it now.

What a fine saber!

Perhaps due to the material, after a round of rinsing, no lingering odor remained on the blade.

Li Qingshan quickly changed his clothes and walked out of the lounge.

Zhao Hongzhou was standing at the door, holding a scabbard in both arms, and tossed it right over the moment he saw him.

"Brother Shan, the teacher told me to bring this for you."

"Good, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

The long saber returned to its scabbard, and the two walked toward the cafeteria.

It was just lunchtime, and students from the entire First High School were gathered in the cafeteria, bustling with immense liveliness.

Li Qingshan and Zhao Hongzhou finished collecting their food and casually found an empty corner table to sit down.

"Li Qingshan? Li Qingshan came to the cafeteria too."

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