The winter sky was clear, washed a deep blue. Bare branches basked in golden sunlight, and every breath of white mist carried a crisp, icy chill.
Jing City University was bright and beautiful today as well.
And at this moment, high above some part of the campus,
a loop of red ribbon appeared out of thin air, then vanished in an instant as if it had been an illusion.
At that moment, looking down on the sunny Jing University campus from the blue sky and savoring the free, exhilarating feeling brought by the cold air currents,
a figure concealed by a phantom card floated down.
The convention center was not far from Jing University, only a few kilometers in a straight line—the distance of an ordinary dodge from the night before last.
After avoiding the surveillance cameras, he had crossed space in a single step and returned to campus.
He exhaled a breath of white mist and raised his sunlit eyes.
Fang Ran looked at Jing City University before him.
First there had been the North America internship, and before that, Midnight cultivation. The few days between them had been filled with studying.
Maybe it was because time felt defined by the density of events rather than its actual length. The internship of just over half a month had felt even longer than the month spent on that immortal mountain.
It made him feel as though he had not come back in a very long time.
The icy breeze lifted the hem of his suit jacket. Watching Jing City University Students passing by the roadside, watching their figures and thinking of schoolwork and exams, he suddenly found it all unfamiliar.
The Arctic, National War, Midnight, the North America internship—
It seemed that every time he returned, those things felt a