Walking through Dragon Cry Academy, Fang Chaoqun was heading toward one of its libraries. Halfway there, however, Jiang Lin leaned against a tree with a wooden sword in his arms, as if he had been waiting to intercept him.
"Old Fang, aren't you afraid the scholars of this academy will string you up and beat you if you go over there like this?"
Jiang Lin smiled as he looked at Fang Chaoqun.
"That's nothing to worry about. No matter what, my cultivation isn't weak, and that old man really wouldn't dare act recklessly. But why are you here?" Fang Chaoqun asked curiously.
"Didn't I say so? I was worried about you." Jiang Lin grinned.
"Oh, give me a break. Wasn't the Asura between your Mo Li's Sister and Girl Bai too much for you to bear, so they drove you out?"
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Jiang Lin coughed several times. "What the hell do you know? This is called being considerate."
After Jiu Yi drove Jiang Lin away, he truly had no idea what to do. He figured he might as well come find Fang Chaoqun.
He knew Fang Chaoqun was definitely going to look for the head of Dragon Cry Academy.
Jiang Lin glanced at the road ahead. "How about we go together? I happen to have something to take care of too. After all, this is someone else's territory. There's strength in numbers."
"Then let's go take a look."
Fang Chaoqun did not refuse, and the two walked side by side.
"But Old Jiang, what's the deal with that wooden sword?"
"First Snow hasn't woken up in a long time, so I can only use a wooden sword. How is it? Is it Niu Boyi enough?"
"..."
Along the way, the two chatted casually. As they talked, they began