Blue Tyrant Academy, dean's office.
Candlelight flickered within the lampshade, casting wavering shadows across the walls.
The night outside had grown deep, and Heaven Dou City's streets had long since emptied of pedestrians.
Flender sat behind his desk, clutching a letter in his hand, his brows knitted tightly together.
Liu Erlong leaned against the window, her arms folded over her chest, staring into the pitch-black night sky without saying a word.
Zhao Wuji sat on the sofa in the corner. His burly body nearly crushed the small couch beneath him, while his thick fingers tapped absently against the armrest.
Slap.
Flender slammed the letter onto the desk and let out a long breath. "That woman Bibi Dong has gone mad."
"More than mad."
Liu Erlong turned around and said heavily, "The appearance of those black-robed figures on the day of the Soul Master Tournament finals was equivalent to slapping Spirit Hall across the face in front of the entire continent. Knowing Bibi Dong's temperament, the fact that she managed to endure until now before losing her mind already showed remarkable restraint."
"But she's trying to turn the entire continent upside down."
Flender rubbed his temples. "Every major sect, every academy, every Spirit Hall Branch in every major city—she's mobilized them all. She claims it's to 'hunt down evil Soul Masters,' but in reality—"
"In reality, she wants to catch every black-robed figure who appeared that day in one sweep." Zhao Wuji took over, his voice rumbling like thunder. "And while she's at it, she wants to follow the trail back to whoever's pulling the strings."
Liu Erlong sneered. "She wishes. Those black-robed figures acted too strangely, and there were even several Titled Douluo among them. How could the people behind them be so easily investigated?"
"The problem is, with her