Trust Yin Kuang?

It turned out that the members of Class 1238 had not truly fallen apart. Earlier, Zhu Tong had flown into a rage because Yin Kuang intended to deal with Zhuo Yihang, declaring that she would wage war at any cost. For a moment, Class 1238 had indeed descended into brief chaos. But afterward, Zhuge Lian came up with a plan: to use this opportunity to make Class 1238 appear to split before Class 1239! That way, Zhu Tong and the others could leave openly and gain far greater freedom of movement. Meanwhile, the rest, led by Ren Chenyi, would remain behind to play along with Class 1239, cutting off any excuse they might have for starting a war. It was truly a plan that killed two birds with one stone!

At the edge of Five Finger Mountain, beside a clear stream, a group of people sat dejectedly, either tending to their wounds or resting. Under normal circumstances, which one of them was not a powerful figure who could Summon Wind and Rain in their own territory? Yet now, they were as miserable as street beggars, bedraggled and dispirited. Needless to say, these were the people Tang Rouyu and Zhu Tong had egged on to deal with the Jade Warlord—though most of them had really come in hopes of fishing the Wine of Immortality out of troubled waters.

As for Tang Rouyu's group, they sat beneath the shade of a large tree not far from the river. Shen Kou, Zhang Dongqiang, and Murong Yan had also returned not long ago. Ren Chenyi, Sun Tu, and the others from Class 1238 were resting on the opposite bank. A narrow river separated the two classes.

Although no one from Class 1239 had died in the previous battle, everyone had been injured. Wei Ming