Su Qian received the news that morning.
He sat on a stone platform on the Back Mountain, a book beside him. A student had run over with a bamboo slip, which he had not yet opened.
The student had worn an expression Su Qian could not quite read. After delivering the message in a breathless rush, the student had already begun edging away.
Su Qian opened the bamboo slip, read it, put it away, and picked up his book again.
He did not move at once.
He had learned the previous afternoon that troops were gathering near Maple City. The news had not come from an academy scout; Hu Gan had come to tell him in person.
Hu Gan had advanced to One-Star Dou Zong. Few people in the academy knew, and Han Feng knew even less. Su Qian understood what that meant. Han Feng had drawn several groups from the Black List to his side, but Su Qian had assessed their strength. It was nothing remarkable. The Black Emperor Sect was staying out of it, and the Gold and Silver Elders were his main force, but they were only Peak Dou Emperors.
They thought Jia Nan Academy's only trump card was Su Qian, a Three-Star Dou Zong.
That mistake could be fatal.
Su Qian rolled up his book, set it on the stone platform, and headed for the Inner Academy.
The Qian and Bai Elders stood guard year-round. He himself was a Three-Star Dou Zong, Hu Gan could now hold his own, and Lu Heng was a Peak Nine-Star Dou Emperor. Frankly, Su Qian was not worried whether Han Feng came or not.
He was only worried that the commotion would grow too large, catch the students in it, and throw the place into chaos.
As he walked down