Three Light Orbs!

September 1.

Zhenhai City, an open space before a military tent.

Vice President Lin Shui stood with his hands behind his back, his aura calm as his steady gaze swept over the area before him.

Standing neatly before him was a group of young faces—the very batch of martial university students who had followed him to the Zhenhai Battlefield as reinforcements.

Today was the day they returned to school.

Qin Yan stood among the group, his gaze discreetly sweeping across the crowd.

More than twenty days ago, when they had first arrived, they had been youthful and green, filled with excitement and unease.

Now, nearly a month later, every one of them seemed like a different person—their eyes sharper, their auras more composed, their every movement carrying the steadiness forged through blood and fire.

But their numbers... were fewer than when they had arrived.

Not by much, but they were indeed fewer.

A battlefield was, after all, a battlefield.

No matter how meticulous the protection or cautious the deployment, casualties could never be entirely avoided.

Qin Yan sighed softly to himself, though he did not dwell on the sorrow.

Having chosen the path of martial arts, they had long since accepted such possibilities.

However, Qin Yan's attention was soon drawn to something else.

"Where's Xiao Wangshu?"

He looked around, yet he could not find that moon-cold figure anywhere.

She was not in the formation, nor was there any sign of her nearby.

Other students might have died on the battlefield, but Xiao Wangshu absolutely could not have.

Qin Yan knew that perfectly well.

With that grandfather Xiao Shan, who doted on her to an absurd degree, watching over her from behind the scenes, along with Xiao Wangshu's lavish array of life-saving equipment...

It would be difficult for that girl to