Another Teacher, Wu Ming!

The chopsticks in Wang Dong's hand fell onto the table with a smack.

She looked up, her azure eyes widening round as her cheeks visibly flushed pink.

Xiao Xiao, sitting beside her, merely covered her smile with pursed lips. She had clearly known this secret for a long time.

During the tournament, in the hotel room, the three master and disciples had talked.

Wang Dong's identity had already ceased to be a secret.

"Master... I..."

Wang Dong's voice was softer than usual, carrying the embarrassment of having been called out by her own master.

"What about you?" Lin Ciyan leaned back in his chair, his tone lazy.

"Now that the competition is over, you may not need to attend classes at the Outer Court anymore."

"Once the Ultimate Individual Soldier Plan is launched, you'll be under my direct supervision. You don't need to hide anything in front of me."

Wang Dong lowered her head, gripping the hem of her clothes for quite a while.

Then she took a deep breath, rose from her seat, and reached up to undo the secret technique.

Pink-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

It was neither purely pink nor purely blue...

At the roots, it was an extremely pale sky blue, gradually deepening toward the ends until it became a soft cherry pink by the time it reached her waist.

Her long hair fell down her back, gleaming with a pearly luster beneath the warm yellow light of the private room.

Her features retained the same delicate contours, but without the disguise, the lines of her brows and eyes were noticeably softer.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, her nose slender and refined, and her lips a pale coral hue.

Her figure had changed as well. The formerly oversized boys' academy uniform no longer