The sparring on the training ground had just reached its most intense stage.
A shrill female voice, like a cheap blade, tore through Shrek Academy's morning silence.
"Is this Shrek Academy? What a dump!"
"Hey! Get whoever's in charge out here to see me!"
With such a commotion, it was impossible not to notice.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others stopped what they were doing in unspoken agreement, frowning toward the academy gate.
Han Yuchen was leaning beneath a large tree, stroking the fur of the Little White Fox in his arms.
Upon hearing that voice, he could not even be bothered to lift his eyelids.
Oh, she's here.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's mobile little vault.
The plot has begun.
He slowly rose to his feet, brushed the grass clippings from his trousers, and led the Little White Fox over. Like an old man taking a post-meal stroll, he ambled along at an unhurried pace.
At the academy gate.
An extravagantly luxurious carriage was parked there.
Its body was lined with gold trim and bore the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's emblem, as if afraid others would not know how wealthy its owner was.
A girl wearing a lavish princess dress stood beside the carriage.
She was indeed exquisitely pretty, like a porcelain doll.
Unfortunately, her face was filled with undisguised disdain and arrogance, utterly ruining that delicate beauty.
Two middle-aged men stood behind her. Their auras were steady, their temples bulged high, and they were clearly experts with not bad spirit power.
Ning Rongrong.
The beloved daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's leader.
Looking at the dilapidated academy gate, which seemed ready for demolition, she felt as though her eyes had been insulted.
*This was the academy Father spoke of, the