When Wei Sheng received the news, the teahouse was in complete disarray.
She hurriedly asked, "Who got into a fight?"
A student who'd heard the commotion didn't even turn around. "A bunch of students from some countryside academy insisted on debating the Word Spirit with us. They couldn't win the argument, so they started a fight... You... Senior Wei... What are you doing here?"
Wei Sheng wasn't very old, but she'd joined the Imperial Academy more than half a year before this student. He still had to call her senior.
"If I hadn't come, was I supposed to let you cause trouble?"
Wei Sheng didn't quite believe that they'd started fighting just because they'd lost a debate.
There had to be details they were hiding.
The students from the Imperial Academy could be a little arrogant. It wouldn't be surprising if they'd looked down on the others and offended them with their words. Wei Sheng raised a hand to part the crowd, then caught sight of a stunning flash of color—a peach-robed youth, not very old, whose naturally affectionate eyes held a haughty, superior chill. One foot was planted on a collapsed table, his sword drawn as he pinned a bedraggled Imperial Academy student to the ground.
No one stepped forward to intervene.
The student with a sword at his throat had a flushed face and a wandering gaze.
Wei Sheng: "..."
Her instincts told her this student didn't need anyone to come to his rescue. And why did this youth's face seem so familiar?
The answer had barely appeared in her mind when the peach-robed youth flicked his wrist. The force traveled to the sword tip, which smacked the Imperial Academy student across the face with a sharp smack! The blow was neither too hard nor too soft, sending