That night, the Academy District was lively.
Some cried.
Some laughed.
Some were heartbroken.
Some were happy.
The many faces of life were vividly displayed in this small academic district, no less colorful than society at large.
Even a single Demon Hunter Academy was filled with such a strong atmosphere after the war. It was easy to imagine what things were like elsewhere.
The end of the Huaming Campaign seemed to have plunged all of Longyao City into celebration. Laughter could be heard everywhere, as if it were the New Year.
There was no helping it. If Huaming District had fallen and the Phantom Demon army had broken through the defensive line and entered the city, most of the people in Longyao City would have become the Phantom Demons' food and met gruesome ends.
This battle had determined whether Longyao City would live or die, as well as whether all its citizens would live or die.
Now that the war was over and they had won, naturally, there was nothing but laughter and celebration.
Of course, the fallen would never appear in this scene again.
But at least for now, everyone could still feel pure happiness.
The other emotions would only surface after this mood had settled.
The next morning.
Rarely, most of the students did not sleep in their rooms. They got up early to wash and eat, then gathered in the Mission Hall, creating a noisy atmosphere.
This time, however, they had not gathered here to accept missions.
With the war over, the Mission Hall would no longer issue missions. Even if the battlefield still needed to be cleaned up and dealt with, that was for the Longyao City authorities to handle. There was no reason to make the professionals handle the aftermath.
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