"Brother Zhang, Haoran Academy has been destroyed!"
After Zhang Qingyuan and Lin Yan exchanged a few pleasantries, Zhang Qingyuan's clone, created through One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, soon arrived with One Page Scholar.
At this moment, One Page Scholar's face was utterly dazed, as though he had suffered a tremendous blow. He was utterly despondent.
"Why? I had already left—why did they still attack the academy when they came? Was it because I ran away, and they implicated the academy to vent their anger?"
One Page Scholar kept muttering, his face filled with regret.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have left. I should have stayed. Then the academy wouldn't have suffered such a calamity."
One Page Scholar rambled on, and the light had already vanished from his eyes.
To him,
the academy might have been everything.
"Scholar, no one wanted this to happen. Perhaps they had come for the academy from the very beginning?"
Seeing this, Zhang Qingyuan opened his mouth and offered a reason that even he himself did not find very convincing.
"No. Their target was definitely me. If I hadn't run away, the academy wouldn't have been destroyed, and Qingyuan, you wouldn't have suffered such grievous injuries either. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have run!"
One Page Scholar's gaze was dim. The string of upheavals seemed to have stripped his life of all meaning.
Zhang Qingyuan opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
He had never been good with words or comforting others. For a time, he had no idea what he could say to help him pull himself together.
Zhang Qingyuan looked towards Lin Yan at his side.
Lin Yan shook his head and spread his hands, indicating that he too was helpless.
The atmosphere around them sank into gloom.
But at that moment,