Chen An walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed. He seemed not to hear the voices drifting from nearby as he strolled leisurely toward the third martial arts arena.
It was him?!
Among the crowd, a young student who happened to be passing nearby heard the discussions around him and looked up. His face changed dramatically at once.
"Chen An?!"
"Why is he here?!"
"Could it be that the Incense Master and the others..."
A flicker of fear flashed through the young student's eyes. He glanced at Chen An, then lowered his head and hurriedly turned to squeeze into the crowd and leave.
"Hm?!"
As Chen An walked, he suddenly sensed a rather intense malicious gaze directed at him. He stopped and looked over.
But when he looked over and saw the large group of academy students gathered together, with quite a few among them looking on with gloating, mockery, curiosity, and the like, he could not help but furrow his brow slightly.
"What is it, Chen An?!" Zhang Xuanming, who was walking behind him, saw him stop. He turned his head and glanced around suspiciously before asking.
"Nothing!"
Chen An's gaze flickered. He shook his head slightly, then continued onward.
"Chen An!"
At that moment, a voice came from nearby. A figure swiftly approached and landed before Chen An, then asked anxiously, "Chen An, you're going to wager a duel with Shen Qinghua?!"
The newcomer was none other than Shen Qinglan.
Today, Shen Qinglan wore a simple, elegant light-blue dress. Her waterfall-like hair was neatly tied up, and a piece of translucent mutton-fat white jade hung at her waist. Her usually delicate and gentle brows were tightly knit, and fine beads of sweat had even appeared on her forehead.
"Don't panic!"
Breathing