The two female students nearby went pale the instant they saw Lu Chen and instinctively took two steps back.
No wonder. Anyone still at school now was an elite who had made it through the Divine Service Rating Tournament.
And without exception, every one of those elites had been thoroughly "baptized" by Lu Chen when he descended like Yama that day.
The moment they saw Lu Chen, the scene from that day involuntarily surfaced in their minds.
There were even rumors in the class group that Song Hao was still lying in the hospital, scared out of his wits and yet to wake up.
"Ruoyi, how could you speak to Student Lu in that tone?!"
One female student hurriedly tugged at Li Ruoyi's sleeve and reminded her in a lowered voice.
Lu Chen could not help laughing when he saw that. Of course, he knew what they were afraid of.
He scratched his head awkwardly and said sincerely, "I'm really sorry, Student Song, Student Jiang. Did I scare you that day?"
"N-No! Not at all!" The two girls repeatedly waved their hands, but their feet unconsciously retreated another two steps, their whole bodies trembling faintly beyond their control.
"Look what you did. You left them with such a huge psychological shadow." Li Ruoyi laughed reproachfully. "By the way, I'm asking you—didn't you take the mission to pray for rain in Dragon-Tiger County? Why haven't you left yet?"
Lu Chen answered with a question instead. "What about you? How did your missions go?"
Li Ruoyi said, "I only took an ordinary book-repairing mission. I finished it yesterday, and I came today to take a new one."
"Going into a demon dungeon?"
Li Ruoyi smiled helplessly. "Please, the three of us all worship Emperor Wenchang. We're on the clerical track—how could we