The bell rang for the end of the second afternoon class, and the gloomy sky gradually sank into nightfall.
The woods were dim and filled with a secluded gloom. As Le Yu pushed through the trees, his Steel-soled Boots crushed dead branches and leaves with crisp crackles. The sound was anything but pleasant, making the place feel even more remote and deserted.
This was exactly the kind of place where you could scream until your throat broke and no one would hear you.
"Hey, if you really dare try anything by force, I'm definitely going to shout. Cha Huan hasn't gotten off work yet, after all."
Shang Lingyi showed no trace of nervousness. She followed Nieruo with light, spring-outing steps, her hands clasped behind her back and her long hair streaming in the wind. She even swayed her hips and walked with a catlike gait, looking completely undefended as she spoke in a soft, smiling voice.
But Le Yu and Nieruo both stiffened slightly—she was right. The Imperial Academy was still within Cha Huan's protection.
Cha Huan had two requirements for Sword Quest for Succession: day or night, in public, every Sword Master and sword sheath had to abide by the Imperial Academy's rules; during the day, if anyone called for help, he was certain to lend a hand.
In other words: Sword Masters, you could fight, but you'd better do it at night in an unoccupied place. If you refused to show me that much respect, then don't blame this invincible old man with one foot in the grave for refusing to show you any respect either. Whether you were the future emperor or a murderous lunatic from beyond the horizon, you would all be sent into the Medical Officer Department to lie there for half a month.
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