Autumn's chill was deepening. When Ming Shuiyun threw off the covers and sat up in bed, she suddenly felt that her clothes were far too thin.
Only half the people in the dormitory were awake. Ming Shuangli was still asleep, having kicked off half her blanket and exposed her flat stomach to the air. Anyone who saw her like that would be unable to resist lying down beside her and sleeping too. As a third-year student, Ming Shuangli did not have early classes every day. Besides, third-years no longer had required courses, only electives, so she naturally would not abuse herself by choosing classes that required her to get up early. Thus, despite being the oldest, she was the last to wake up.
Ming Taolang was no longer in the dormitory. She had a habit of getting up early to practice battle arts, and on the morning of her second day at the Imperial Academy, she had already measured the entire academy with her feet.
Ming Chaoyan was not in the dormitory either. Afraid that she might oversleep, she had gotten up early and gone to the classroom to sleep. If I sleep in the classroom, I definitely won't be late!
Ming Yueyan was still asleep as well. Strangely enough, although her schedule was packed every day, and Ming Shuiyun often attended the same classes as Ming Yueyan, whenever Ming Shuiyun left the dormitory, Ming Yueyan usually had not yet gotten up. Yet by the time Ming Shuiyun reached the classroom, she would find Ming Yueyan already seated in her place.
In the past, Ming Shuiyun had merely marveled inwardly, thinking Ming Yueyan a master of time management. But a few days ago, after learning that Ming Yueyan's sword sheath was the 'Thousand Faces,' capable of disguising itself as other