Qian Renxue staggered as she walked, her eyes unfocused. The disguise on her face flickered faintly, as if it might vanish at any moment.
Zhao Linchuan reacted quickly, hurriedly adding another layer of illusion magic to her face. Only then did her disguise hold steady. She had nearly given herself away.
The final academy was Shrek.
Several figures sat around a campfire in the camp.
Since Tang San and the others had been too ashamed to return, only Yu Luomian and the teachers and students who had originally belonged to Thunder Academy remained.
The atmosphere was rather gloomy, in stark contrast to the lively camps around them.
Zhao Linchuan helped Qian Renxue approach and raised a cup of wine to Yu Luomian and the others on her behalf.
After several rounds of drinks, he suddenly remarked, "Thunder Academy has been around for so long. How did it suddenly change its name?"
He shook his head, his tone tinged with regret. "If it had changed to anything else, that would've been one thing. But why link it to 'Shrek,' the name of the people who murdered Prince Xue Beng?"
At those words, Yu Luomian, who had already been seething with anger, grew even more upset.
His face was livid, darkening to purple. He could have taken the stage without a bit of makeup.
The other teachers all had bloodshot eyes, their chests heaving. Clearly, he had hit a sore spot.
Zhao Linchuan said no more. He clasped his hands, said, "I'll take my leave," and helped Xue Qinghe, who could barely walk, away.
After they had gone some distance from the Shrek camp, Zhao Linchuan stopped and patted Qian Renxue's cheek.
"Xue'er? Xue'er?"
Qian Renxue was utterly dazed. Her lips twitched, and she smiled at Zhao Linchuan. The smile was foolish.