"Move out!"
In the Freshman District, Mu Chen took the black-dressed girl by the hand and swept his arm. At once, he led the two thousand freshmen from his district in a vast procession toward the depths of Northern Heavens.
From the other districts, countless more black dots rose and joined the tide.
Three days earlier, Mu Chen had emerged from seclusion and returned from Ling Xi Courtyard.
He and the Luo God Clan Princess, whom he had been separated from for months, had spent days entangled together. They had even gone wild all night the night before last, leaving him exhausted and drained. That morning, he had dragged himself out of bed through sheer force of will.
It rather brought to mind, "The spring night is short; the sun rises high. From then on, the emperor never attends morning court."
All right, actually, little Luo Li had shoved him awake.
As the exceedingly shy Luo God Clan Princess put it, today was the day the Hunting War began. If neither of them showed up—or if they arrived late—everyone would guess what they had been getting up to.
How could he ever show his face again?
At the very center of the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy stood an ancient plaza, vast and boundless.
It was said that this place had once been the Northern Abyss Dragon Kun's secluded cultivation ground. Only after the Northern Heavens was founded had it gradually been expanded and renovated, eventually becoming what it was today.
The plaza was enormous, large enough to host a grand gathering of more than a million students and teachers.
By the time Mu Chen and the others arrived, the plaza was already packed with people, a sea of heads surging everywhere.
"What a lively scene."
Zhou Ling rose onto