A day later,
in the enormous underground archive of the Soul Guidance Department,
row upon row of ten-meter-tall metal bookshelves stretched a hundred meters into the distance. The square Soul Guiding Lamps on the ceiling were just as neatly arranged,
casting a cold white glow.
At the far end of the rows of metal shelves,
Fan Yu sat beside a five-meter-long rectangular blackwood table, with mountains of documents piled on either side.
He was investigating who might have tried to harm Zhou Yi.
Fan Yu held a student file, silently studying Dai Huabin's haughty face.
He had learned that a few days earlier, Zhou Yi had reported Dai Huabin to the academic affairs office for trying to hurt a fellow student and demanded that he be expelled.
But she had no concrete evidence at all, relying solely on her word.
So no punishment could be imposed.
Zhou Yi had been so furious that she'd nearly come to blows with the academic affairs teacher.
By rights, Dai Huabin was the most suspicious.
But Fan Yu couldn't understand it. Dai Huabin was the young master of the Duke's Mansion, exceptionally talented, and he'd made his move just days after their conflict, leaving no time for anything to happen.
Could he really be that stupid?
On top of that, there had been traces at the scene that seemed to have been left by an Evil Soul Master. It was quite possible an Evil Soul Master had done it.
Fan Yu's first thought was that someone had used another person as a weapon,
deliberately framing Dai Huabin to provoke a conflict between Shrek Academy and the Duke's Mansion. They didn't need to come to blows; it was enough to make both sides remember. Countless little grievances, each one easy to let slide, could pile