Zhang Lanfeng had expected to run into the second Mu Erlong and the third Zhang Lanfeng on the way, but...
"Good! Boss, I'm coming with you!"
Zhang Lin clenched his fist in his palm. His grip was so tight that his fingernails dug into his flesh, making him grimace in pain and draw a sharp breath. But his resolve was firmer than ever.
"I'm going too!"
Suo Ling stood up as well. His sickly pallor made him look a little weak, but his determination matched theirs.
"Wherever you go, I'll go!"
"Very good."
Mu Rong nodded in satisfaction.
"Then it's settled. Let's go back to Ju Yuan City first. We need to sort out a few things, and then we'll set off."
Early the next morning, the three of them packed their belongings and went straight to the courtyard where the dean lived.
Faced with the dean's regretful, reluctant expression, Mu Rong calmly told him he had to take leave from the academy. His reason was simple: "There's something I need to take care of at home."
Although the dean was reluctant to let him go, especially since Mu Rong was the most promising student the academy had seen in a century, he could only reluctantly approve the leave when he saw how firm the three of them were.
The three left the academy without looking back.
The academy had witnessed the best years of their youth, but from this day onward, it would all become a thing of the past.
The road ahead was destined to be shrouded in smoke and fire.
A month later.
Ju Yuan City.
After more than a month of travel and training, the three of them had recovered from their injuries.
The familiar city walls appeared before them. Zhang Lin's face lit up