The Real Red Leaf

The college remained shrouded beneath its dark crimson sky, as always.

The four people sent out of the "back garden" by the Marquis appeared at one corner of the Shadow Phoenix Tree Forest.

After a brief silence, Zhu Tong glanced at Li Shuangmu and said, "I really never expected that one day, I'd be standing on the same side as Young Master Li. I'd heard of Young Master Li's abilities long ago, and now you've even established ties with the Marquis. Tsk, tsk, your future is limitless. Yet your former close friend became your mortal enemy overnight. Ah, the world truly is unpredictable."

How could Li Shuangmu fail to understand the implication behind Zhu Tong's words? Though he had never liked winning arguments with his tongue, killing Yin Kuang had already become a knot in his heart, and he could not help saying, "Indeed, the world is unpredictable. In this college, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe. Yesterday's friend may be today's enemy. Today's friend may be tomorrow's enemy. Who can say for certain?" The meaning behind his words was clear: Though you and I stand together today, we may become enemies tomorrow!

Zhu Tong smiled deeply and said, "It's just... poor Yin Kuang probably never expected to be betrayed. The association he worked so hard to build will likely end up becoming someone else's wedding dress. Oh, right. I've heard that Young Master Li's swordsmanship is unparalleled. I wonder when I'll have the chance to experience it for myself and see whose sword is stronger." As she spoke, she placed a hand on the katana at her waist, her pale, scallion-white index finger lightly tapping the guard.

Li Shuangmu said nothing, but Beidao laughed. "You call that a sword?" A cold, sharp glint flashed through Zhu Tong's