The Fish Took the Bait!

[Xiao Wangshu: Dean Xiao Shan's direct granddaughter. The dean has instructed that she should be properly assigned to a logistics post to temporarily avoid the front lines. — Lin Shui]

Canghai quietly stared at the line of small print, his eyes utterly devoid of ripples.

Several breaths later, the fingers holding the paper trembled slightly.

A gentle yet incomparably tenacious force seeped through every inch of the paper.

There was no fire light, no sound.

The sheet containing the information of every student, along with that special "recommendation,"

silently disintegrated in his palm into extremely fine, even gray powder.

The sea breeze swept past, carrying the powder away. It vanished instantly into the salty, humid air, leaving no trace behind.

Canghai withdrew his hand and dusted off his palm.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over layer upon layer of tents toward the towering Zhenhai City walls in the distance, where blue halos flowed.

And beyond the walls lay the turbulent sea, concealing endless danger.

A cold curve lifted at the corner of his lips.

"The dean's direct granddaughter, heh heh."

A nearly inaudible chuckle drifted away on the wind.

Then, without lingering any longer, he turned and strode toward the outskirts of the city.

Meanwhile, in the Core Zone of Zhenhai City.

Inside a large tent that appeared ordinary but was actually equipped with a precise isolation Formation.

The tent was sparsely furnished. At its center stood only a massive sand table outlining the coastal defenses and the situation offshore, dotted with fluorescent lights that displayed the movements of both enemy and allied forces.

Huge maps of the sea hung on the walls to either side, covered in densely packed symbols and annotations.

Xiao Shan stood before the sand table with his hands behind his back.

He