None of My Damn Business
Chen Yu thought about it for ages but still couldn't figure out why. The sudden incident had also driven away his drowsiness, leaving him unable to sleep.
He tossed and turned in bed for a long while, but Chen Yu still couldn't fall asleep.
With no other choice, he stared up at the sky and counted stars in a daze. Then he suddenly saw meteors raining down from the heavens, bathing the sky in a glow as bright as day.
Soon afterward, a large number of flying shuttles appeared. A student stood proudly atop each one, facing heaven and earth like iron swords. They were truly extraordinary.
But what made them extraordinary was not their unyielding spirit. It was the flying shuttles worth 9.3 million each, as well as the Foundation Establishment masters piloting them.
The fact that so many Foundation Establishment masters were serving them showed that these students were either rich or noble, with remarkable backgrounds.
"Who are these people?"
Chen Yu muttered to himself, then saw the flying shuttles pause in midair.
Then, one flying shuttle descended from the sky and stopped above Chen Yu's tomb.
A white-haired student leaped down from the shuttle, stepping on lotus flowers that formed out of thin air as she landed before Chen Yu.
The woman's white hair was pure as snow, and her neatly tailored school uniform looked elegant and refined. Chen Yu had no idea which high school it belonged to.
And Chen Yu was no uniform enthusiast, so he couldn't recognize it either. He could only look at her in confusion and ask, "Classmate, why are you standing on my bed?"
She gave Chen Yu a cold glance and said condescendingly, "Fellow Daoist, this is Tomb Hotel."
"Yeah."
"We are students of Qinglian