"I saw these two old men fighting as soon as I arrived."
Cha Huan turned his head toward the newcomer. His grip loosened, and Crane Tear immediately broke free. With a light turn of his feet, he ran ten meters away. His mouth was full of blood, his face was slashed in several places by stones, and his hair was caked with dirt. He looked exactly like a poor old beggar!
Although Crane Tear's face was filled with rage and humiliation, a trace of undisguisable fear showed in his eyes!
Tap.
A military officer dressed in white robes and silver armor lightly leaped down from the wall. Moonlight fell upon him, rippling with flawless silver radiance, as though he were a heavenly messenger born beneath it. His breastplate, bracers, boots, belt, and skirt armor were all forged from silver alloy shaped like individual feathers. They were extravagantly ornate without losing their elegance. Combined with the full-coverage silver helmet that revealed only his eyes, nose, and mouth, he gave off an impression of power, mystery, and imposing authority.
"Although you see two old men, I see the same first-year junior who is covered in bad habits and has no idea how high the heavens are. As a senior, teaching a junior is a fine tradition of our Imperial Academy."
"Is that so?" The officer smiled. "I never heard of that tradition when I attended the Imperial Academy. My seniors treated me very well."
"Then perhaps the seniors from your year simply weren't good enough. They couldn't beat you." Cha Huan thought for a moment, then nodded. "That's right. Three years before your year and three years after it, you were the strongest student."
"It was all thanks to your teaching, Teacher."
"Apart from beating you up a few times, I don't