Imprisonment

Unlike before, there was no burst of light upon their return this time. When Yin Kuang and the others stepped onto that golden shore and walked a short distance, the scenery around them gradually shifted. A few breaths later, they were already standing in Class 1237's classroom. The quiet classroom, neatly arranged desks and chairs, spotless white walls, blackboard dark as night, ceiling fan slowly turning overhead—everything was as it had always been, unchanged through the ages.

Thinking it over carefully, one could reach this conclusion: even the Headmaster had no authority to pull Yin Kuang and the others out of the world of Journey to the West. Only with the consent of a certain being—such as the fat monk—could they return to the university. This also seemed to prevent certain people from "reaping without sowing." As expected of an S-rank difficulty scenario!

"Eh, where are Li Shuangmu and the others..." Pan Longtao's puzzled voice rang out. But before he could finish, he seemed to realize something and pressed his lips together in silence. Then he looked around and let out a faint sigh. More than a dozen people had entered an S-rank scenario, yet only six stood before him now. The rest had either remained forever in the world of Journey to the West or left them behind. Recalling all they had gone through, Pan Longtao could not help but sigh with emotion.

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open, and two people entered at an unhurried pace. Pan Longtao was about to speak when he felt an overwhelming pressure surge toward him like a tide. His heart quivered, and he could not utter a word. Yet when the two men reached Yin Kuang's back, a flaming halberd shot out from the side and barred their way across