She waved goodbye to Kiana.
Before Kiana could react, the figure before her suddenly blurred and vanished into thin air. Zhao Bai left with Fu Hua, giving her no chance to argue.
"Squad Leader, you've got it rough."
"Squad—Leader—!"
After howling a few times as if going through the motions, Kiana turned to look at the professor. He looked utterly bewildered, rubbing his bald pate without the faintest idea what had happened.
So that counted as saving the world?
That had been way too easy to feel real.
"Go to St. Freya Academy and give them my name. I guarantee you'll have smooth sailing all the way through—even your period won't be able to stop you. It's a great place, with students and teachers. Aside from that stingy Boss Zhao, everyone else is great."
"Uh... I'll consider it carefully."
The old teacher felt somewhat embarrassed.
He really couldn't keep up with young people's way of thinking. He truly was getting old.
Having gradually put some distance between them, Zhao Bai carried Fu Hua through the narrow alleys.
Silently.
The hard armor dug painfully into his arm, and Fu Hua had no cushioning straps on her. Zhao Bai grimaced.
A young girl's fragrance lingered beneath his nose.
It came from Fu Hua.
Like an orchid blooming in an empty valley, it was delicate and long-lasting, its presence incredibly faint, as though it had never existed at all. Zhao Bai found it strange. High Immortal Fu Hua should have severed the Red Dragon long ago, so where had this faint maidenly fragrance come from?
"Have you smelled enough?"
It turned out Fu Hua had already awakened.
She raised her head. As she moved, large patches of skin were exposed through her shattered armor. Zhao Bai hurriedly found a bedsheet and wrapped her