Chen Mochuan had just arrived at the camp when Li Biao, who had been waiting for him for a long time, hurried over at once and asked with concern, "Brother Chuan, are you all right? Why are you covered in blood?"
"Does it look like anything's wrong with me, carrying this huge pile of stuff? Most of the blood on me belongs to Ferocious Beasts." Chen Mochuan replied with a smile.
Even so, Li Biao took the Wolf King's pelt off his back to lighten his load, then examined the fearsome wolf head in his hands. "Whoa, this thing's heavy. It's still so ferocious even dead. It must be the Rank Beast you killed, right? I've never heard of a Ninth Rank doing something this incredible!"
After a couple of seconds, as if unable to find any other words of praise, he slowly let out two words: "You're badass!"
Faced with his best friend's praise, Chen Mochuan merely smiled and shook his head, saying nothing.
The two walked into the camp together. The students along the way automatically stepped back to clear a path, their gazes full of admiration and curiosity, allowing Chen Mochuan to move forward unhindered.
Li Biao suddenly remembered something and looked around. At last, he "caught" the person he was looking for in the crowd: Gao Yin, with whom he had argued earlier on the aircar.
Their eyes met. Li Biao didn't go over to pick a fight with him; he merely gave him a faint, disdainful glance before looking away and continuing his conversation with his best friend.
Gao Yin was already in an awkward position, and seeing this only made him feel more aggrieved. He felt like some insignificant nobody being ignored. He cursed under his breath, but made no other move. He understood