The warmth of their embrace lingered for a moment. Then, under Na'er's reluctant gaze, he left with Gu Yue.
They had matters of their own to attend to, and Xiling would not stop them. As long as they did not cross the line in his heart, he would handle everything for them.
Picking up the unconscious Tang Wulin, ripples spread through the space around Xiling. The two of them then vanished.
Eastsea Academy, teachers' dormitory. Wu Zhangkong, who had been sound asleep, was startled awake by a knock at the door.
He rose to his feet and walked straight toward the entrance.
When he opened the door, a somewhat familiar-looking person holding Tang Wulin, who was covered in blood, came into view.
Wu Zhangkong's expression did not change, but his eyes turned cold. "Who are you? Why is Tang Wulin in this condition?"
Hearing that combative tone at the slightest disagreement, Xiling immediately laughed. "Teacher Wu, surely you don't fail to recognize me just because my hair got a little longer?"
The familiar voice made Wu Zhangkong freeze. With some uncertainty, he asked, "You are... Xiling?"
His reaction was understandable. They had only been apart for a few hours—who would have thought Xiling would become like this?
White hair, one blue eye and one gold eye. If one did not look carefully, they might have mistaken him for a girl.
Xiling smiled faintly. "Teacher Wu, I won't go into the details. I'll leave Wulin to you."
As he spoke, he shoved Tang Wulin directly into Wu Zhangkong's arms. Before Wu Zhangkong could ask anything, Xiling had already vanished.
Wu Zhangkong instinctively caught Tang Wulin and checked his pulse. His vital signs were stable; he had merely fallen unconscious.
Not only that, but Wu Zhangkong could sense that Tang Wulin's Soul