By then, it was already getting late.
The Prodigies in the square gradually departed, leaving in small groups of three or five.
Qin Yan briefly said goodbye to Shen Wanqian before returning to his own courtyard.
He pushed open the courtyard gate, crossed the yard, and returned to his room.
The moment he shut the door, the world fell silent.
Qin Yan did not rest. He directly picked up the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon and began training in the Cultivation Room.
There were still about five hours until midnight. He could train for a while longer and earn some Skill Points!
As he unleashed the Ice Flame Spear Technique, ice and fire intertwined with every sweep of his spear, cold and heat coexisting.
Silence Spear Intent emerged, black Extinction Qi gathering at the spear tip. It fused with the ice and flames, radiating an aura of destruction and finality.
Spear shadows layered upon spear shadows, tearing through the air with repeated sharp whistles.
Qin Yan immersed himself in cultivation, forgetting the passage of time.
The moon shone bright amid sparse stars.
In a secluded courtyard in the East Academy of the Mystic Sanctuary.
Moonlight flowed like water across the bluestone path in the courtyard, draping the residence in a veil of silver.
Yet the tranquil atmosphere was shattered by the heavy air within the room.
Ao Yuan knelt on one knee with his head lowered, not daring to look directly at the figure standing before him with his hands behind his back.
The sharpness and arrogance he had displayed while fighting Qin Yan during the day had long vanished from his eyes.
In their place were boundless fear and reverence.
Before him, Long Aotian stood with his hands behind his back. His golden robe gleamed beneath the moonlight, its