The Misunderstanding Incident
An unexpected visit. A strange conversation.
Add Su Gao's unforgettable face and the black clothes that seemed to blend into the night, and the atmosphere in the darkness before dawn was simply off the charts.
Professor Lisha had just provided some important information and was waiting for feedback. At that moment, she even forgot to take the crown off her head. She just stared at that face, and at the curved sword in the visitor's hand.
She couldn't sense much, but that was exactly the problem.
As a Fourth-Order Transcendent, Professor Lisha had always been quite confident in her judgment.
Yet she hadn't even noticed someone arriving. And now, with the visitor standing right there, her senses still came up empty. She couldn't get a read on her at all.
The newcomer, who carried herself very much like someone from the Sword Participation Institute, was someone whose rank she simply couldn't determine.
Far stronger than me. I can't fight her.
The thought sprang into her mind almost against her will.
Most importantly, though she could tell from her conversation with Fu Qian that they knew each other—and that Professor Fu had even expected the visit—the visitor still hadn't stepped through the door after answering him. There was something rather unfriendly about that.
"Who is she...?"
Under the intense pressure, Lisha finally couldn't help asking.
Unfortunately, the black-clad swordswoman merely glanced her way and gave no further response.
"You're here even sooner than I expected... Take a look. The place I picked isn't bad, is it?"
Professor Fu, the one being visited, showed no inclination to enlighten the onlookers either. He remained seated, facing his visitor, his tone giving nothing away. Then he gestured around them.
Out of the corner of her eye, Liushuang was even silently making