"Could a single cannon blast turn several miles to mush? Were the Western barbarians also skilled in alchemy? Were they walking a Dao Path like that of alchemists?"
"And what about our homeland? Why did it seem to have only a few martial arts?"
Fang Qing paused to listen for a few lines. Seeing that the storyteller had begun collecting reward money, he felt his utterly empty pockets and swiftly left.
Saint Covenant University's preparatory class was located west of Prosperous Sea. It occupied a vast area, with plane trees planted along the roadsides.
Following the memories of his predecessor, Fang Qing returned to his dormitory and saw his roommate Wei Yuan come over. Wei Yuan was seventeen this year, his face covered in freckles, but his gaze burned brightly. "Brother Qing, how was last night's taste?"
Seeing his roommate's leering, eyebrow-waggling expression, he was instantly speechless. Those two really were birds of a feather.
"Want to know?" The corners of Fang Qing's lips lifted slightly. "Give me a dragon dollar, and I'll tell you..."
"Better not. I'll save a little more, then go experience it myself in a few days..."
Wei Yuan's face was full of hesitation, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and made his decision.
"It's a rest day today. I'm going next door to watch the girls' school students play tennis. Coming?" After a while, Wei Yuan said animatedly.
Fang Qing lay on his bed, gazing at the gas lamp by the headboard, and waved a hand.
"Fine, I know you've got no strength. Your legs are weak, so I'll go by myself."
Wei Yuan climbed down from his bed and rapidly pulled on his clothes. "I'm telling you, those girls' school students may look like bean sprouts one by one, but there