The next morning, when Dai Hua Bin saw Lin Yuan and Wang Dong enter the classroom, his expression abruptly changed. But he was, after all, the White Tiger Duke's son. Though stormy waves surged in his heart, he did not reveal much on his face.
He had waited all night without receiving any news. Now, he could only pray that the final outcome was not too terrible, that at least the people he had sent had not met with trouble. Otherwise, he would have no way to explain himself to his father! Cold sweat had unknowingly soaked the back of his clothes. A Soul Emperor and five Soul Kings had actually failed to kill them. Deep regret quietly began to take root in his heart.
"Dai Hua Bin." Lin Yuan raised his eyes and spotted Dai Hua Bin standing at the entrance to Class Two's classroom, staring at them in shock and uncertainty. He immediately strode over.
Dai Hua Bin's face turned pale. He was ultimately only a teenager and could not fully conceal his expression. He could only coldly retort, "What do you want?"
"I didn't die. Are you disappointed?" Lin Yuan lowered his voice and slowly stepped half a pace closer. Beneath his silver-white hair, his purple eyes were so cold that they held not a trace of warmth. The invisible pressure radiating from him made Dai Hua Bin instinctively clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Dai Hua Bin swallowed and forced himself to argue, "Stop spouting nonsense! I don't know what you're talking about!" Yet the panic in his eyes could not be hidden at all. Especially beneath the gaze of Lin Yuan's purple eyes, which seemed able to pierce straight through people's hearts, even his breathing became hurried.
A faint cold smile tugged at