Qing Province Blade King, Lin Chenyuan! The Academy's Third Martial Arena!
Chen An raised his head and glanced at Shen Qinghua, who was brimming with killing intent and looked ready to swallow him whole, yet his own eyes remained utterly calm.
Given his temperament, if Shen Qinghua were not a member of the Shen Family—and if his little schemes had not fallen short of a capital crime—
then the Shen Family would likely have already been reduced to ruins.
"I'll be right back!"
Chen An released Shen Qinglan's hand and gently patted the back of it to reassure her before turning and walking toward the arena.
"Chen An!"
Shen Qinglan suddenly reached out and grabbed his large hand.
Feeling the sudden warmth in his palm, Chen An halted and turned to look at the girl before him.
Shen Qinglan's delicate brows and eyes were filled with concern. Her slender hand carefully smoothed the slight wrinkles in his collar. Gaze after gaze around them converged upon her, yet she paid them no heed.
A faint blush stained her exquisite face. Her eyes fixed on him as she softly said, "Be careful!"
A trace of warmth rippled through Chen An's eyes. He raised a hand and lightly brushed aside the loose strands of hair by her temple, smiling as he nodded. "Don't worry!"
With that, a smile lingering at the corners of his lips, Chen An stepped onto the arena.
"Beigong, I never expected your disciple to be such a romantic. On the eve of a great battle, he still has the mind for tender feelings between men and women?!"
No one noticed that atop a school building in the distance, two figures stood with their hands behind their backs.
One of them was Beigong Mo, the head of Chengtian Prefecture Academy.