He stretched lazily, the joints in his shoulders and back giving a few faint pops. The stiffness built up from days of cultivation dissipated by more than half with the movement.
Tang Wulin smiled at Zhang Lexuan in response, then turned his gaze toward the tightly shut wooden window next door.
There was no light inside, nor any leaking through the crack beneath the door. Gu Yuena was clearly not in her room.
He withdrew his gaze and gave the walkway a light push with his foot, his figure darting toward the outer courtyard. His robes billowed in the evening breeze for an instant, like a great bird.
By the time Tang Wulin swept down from Sea God Island, dusk had deepened over the outer courtyard.
A thin layer of paulownia leaves covered the bluestone path, scraping and sliding along the ground in the evening wind. Several soul tool streetlamps had already lit up, spreading rings of warm yellow glow through the steadily darkening sky.
He landed on the steps outside the side entrance of the teaching building, patted down the wind-ruffled folds at the hem of his robes, then headed down the corridor toward Class One's classroom.
The last traces of daylight streamed through the windows on both sides of the corridor, casting the scuff marks on the floor tiles into shifting patches of light and shadow. From several classrooms where lessons had already ended came the sounds of books being packed away and desks being moved, echoing through the empty hall.
Why were they still having evening classes?
As far as he remembered, didn't Shrek Academy not have them?
Could this have something to do with him again?
The door to Class One's classroom was half-open, and Wang Yan's unhurried voice drifted through the gap. He was teaching