Night did not fall as it usually did, yet the sun had long since sunk behind the western mountains. White light still shone upon the land.
Outside Chang'an, where Yin Kuang stood, a woman radiating holiness floated in midair. Her white staff, white papal robes, and face that felt both utterly familiar and strangely unfamiliar to Yin Kuang belonged to none other than Western God Academy's vice headmaster, the Goddess of Light, Rosalind.
Wang Ning and Kang Wang gathered around Yin Kuang once more, their expressions graver than ever. Wang Yue had already drawn the Hanguang Broken Sword, his beard and hair drifting in the air as though every nerve in his body had tightened. Yin Kuang, however, wore a bitter and helpless expression. Unlike the others, he had not even raised a hand.
As the second-year leader of the Hidden Guards, Wang Ning naturally possessed intelligence others did not know. Moreover, he had experienced Rosalind's power firsthand in the Avatar world, so she was no stranger to him. What shocked him was that she had actually entered this Fifth Epoch examination ground. By now, Wang Ning knew that Eastern Victory was doomed to lose. He simply could not accept it! They had fought so hard and schemed against one another endlessly, only to be defeated so decisively in the end. Everything they had done before now seemed like a joke... The terrible feeling made him want to kill someone!
After an eerie silence, Rosalind spoke in a gentle voice. "We meet again, little boy." Her calm, soft voice carried no discernible emotion.
Yin Kuang raised his head and said, "Heh... I should have thought of it sooner. Since you were determined to take Eastern Victory, how could you possibly have been content to let the second-years of the two