The faculty villa district was brightly lit.
Yang Hui sat on the living-room sofa with a cup of tea in his hand, his gaze resting on Ning Yan across from him. The two were longtime friends, old brothers who had fought their way through the Great Nirvana Period together. Whenever they had free time, they would get together to drink tea and chat.
"Old Ning, how's Lin Yun doing? Think he can climb a few places in the rankings this month?" Yang Hui set down his teacup and asked casually. He had always kept an eye on the youngster he'd personally recruited from Jiangnan Base City. Fifteen years old, a High-Level War General on paper, the third layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, and Micro-Level movement technique—talent like that was top-tier in the entire Training Camp.
Ning Yan lifted his teacup and took a leisurely sip, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
"Climb a few places? Haha, you'll see soon enough."
Yang Hui raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean? Keeping me in suspense?"
"I'm not keeping you in suspense." Ning Yan set down his teacup, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. "My disciple isn't as simple as you think. Just wait. When the July rankings come out, you'll be in for a shock."
Yang Hui looked at his old friend's smug expression, his curiosity growing. Ning Yan had a fiery temper and high standards. If he was saying Lin Yun would be "in for a shock," then Lin Yun's progress must have far exceeded expectations.
"Fine, I'll wait and see." Yang Hui smiled and didn't press him further.
Lin Yun dragged his exhausted body into the courtyard of Jiangnan Pavilion. It was already past nine in the evening.
He'd spent the whole day hunting