Shrek Academy lounge.
After it had finally gone completely quiet outside.
Han Yuchen rose from his chair and stretched lazily.
"Whew... they finally left."
He took out the porcelain bottle Huo Wu had given him from his sleeve, poured out a red pill, and tossed it into his mouth like a peanut.
"Crunch."
It crunched crisply between his teeth.
"A little sweet. Not bad."
He looked out the window.
Night had fallen, and the lamps were beginning to glow.
"The news should have spread by now."
The lights outside reflected in Han Yuchen's eyes, yet his gaze was deeper than the lights themselves.
"Level 48 for life..."
Just then, an extremely faint breeze slipped in through the crack in the window.
It was not a natural breeze.
It carried a faint, cool fragrance, like moonlight.
Han Yuchen's nose twitched.
That scent...
It was not Huo Wu's fiery, gunpowder-like scent.
Nor was it Ning Rongrong's cloyingly sweet floral fragrance.
This utterly cold aura, as though it did not belong to the mortal world...
Could belong to only one person.
Han Yuchen turned toward the shadowy corner of the room.
At some point, a corner of white clothing had appeared there.
Leng Yuebai.
When had she returned?
Even Han Yuchen, with his divine soul perception, had failed to notice her immediately.
She stood there silently, like a lifeless jade sculpture.
Those glass-colored eyes stared unblinkingly at Han Yuchen.
There was no sympathy in them, no regret.
Only a kind of...
Confusion.
It was the instinctive confusion of a beast seeing one of its own wounded—wanting to approach, yet not daring to.
"You..."
Leng Yuebai spoke.
Her voice was as cool and clear as shattered jade.
"Why did you lie to everyone?"
"Your body is clearly cheering."
Han Yuchen froze for a moment.