Unraveling the Cocoon, Zhuge Lian

"Humph!"

Zhu Tong cut off communications with Tang Rouyu, crushing the communicator into a lump of scrap metal in her hand before casually tossing it to the ground. She even stomped on it once before returning to the campsite.

At that moment, Class 1238 was camped within a dense forest. Thick fog blanketed the woods; aside from the campsite, every other area was shrouded in mist. Naturally, this fog was no ordinary thing. Otherwise, Class 1238 would not have chosen a random spot to make camp. Zhuge Lian, who was suspected to be a descendant of Zhuge Liang, had set up an Eight Formation Diagram in the forest. The mist had been generated by the formation.

Zhu Tong returned to the campfire with a grim expression, staring coldly into the flames without a word. The rest of Class 1238 looked at her in confusion. Seeing her like this, Bai Lu, seated to her left, asked, "What did Tang Rouyu say?" Zhu Tong casually picked up a dead branch and tossed it into the fire, sending sparks scattering everywhere before she spoke. "Two things. First, Southern Sea University may have chosen Sun Wukong's side again. Second... supposedly, two Golden Cudgels have appeared."

Everyone revealed expressions of shock upon hearing this. It took them quite a while to digest those two pieces of news.

Just as someone was about to speak, Zhu Tong swept her gaze across the group. "Say whatever thoughts you have directly. But swallow all your pointless questions. I want answers, not a pile of questions!" Thus, those who had wanted to ask things like "How could this happen?", "Could there be a mistake?", or "Is Class 1239 messing with us?" obediently and awkwardly shut their mouths.

Zhu Tong was being rather unreasonable. She had not explained the causes