Dongcang City had a legend.
As long as you saw a streak of green light flash before your eyes, any wish you made toward it would come true.
As the saying went, "For endless opportunities, look to Dongcang; for opportunities in Dongcang, look to the green light!"
There was even a song to prove it—
"Waiting for a stroke of luck and a shock, what a wondrous encounter;"
"Climbing over the mountain peaks and layers of white clouds ahead, where is the green light?"
"Incredibly astonishing like an electric shock, streaking through my life..."
"Unlike anything else, you are the green light, so utterly unique!"
In an alley of Dongcang City, two groups of youths were facing off. Both sides looked to be around eleven or twelve, their childishness not yet faded.
One side was dressed in embroidered silk, faintly suffused with aura. At a glance, their clothes were woven from expensive spirit silkworm silk. The other side looked much more ordinary. Though clean and neat, their clothes had merely been cut from common silk and hemp.
At that moment, every youth on the ordinary-dressed side wore an angry expression, while the group that looked wealthy remained calm, with faint disdain in their eyes.
"Malfoy, you cheated!" A little boy who led the plainly dressed group pointed at the leader of the other side. "In this competition, you took Blood Quenching Pills and relied on their effects to win first place."
"I'm not asking you to give first place back to us, but you have to go apologize to the teacher!"
"Apologize? What did we do wrong?" The youth called Malfoy took a folding fan from his waist and opened it like a little adult. As he waved it, he said, "Which rule in the Martial Hall says we