(Second update)
Yang Ming's Divine Sense was powerful. Even surrounded by a crowd of younger students, he immediately sensed the familiar auras of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.
He looked up in the direction of those auras. His deep eyes seemed capable of piercing through space, taking in a golden-haired young man and a white-clad young woman.
Time truly was wondrous.
Once upon a time, before bidding farewell and leaving, Dai Mubai had been so high-spirited and full of ambition. He had set out for the Star Luo Empire, hoping to earn the recognition of his elders and make his mark by putting everything he had learned into practice.
It could be said that he had succeeded. From a disregarded Third Prince, he had risen in one leap to become the Crown Prince of Star Luo and gained the right to participate in state affairs, acquiring a measure of power.
Yet he had also failed. Faced with the plight of one-third of Star Luo's territory having fallen, the aggressive pressure of the Spirit Hall Empire, and the oppressed common people rising up to form wave after wave of resistance armies, Dai Mubai had gained several white hairs without coming up with any solution to halt the Star Luo Empire's steady decline.
Dai Mubai had grown far more mature than he had been two years ago. Holding power had stripped away some of his arrogance and added a measure of steadiness, along with a touch of weathered hardship. His twin-pupiled eyes no longer shone with their former brilliance, but were instead filled with stillness.
Yang Ming led Ning Rongrong through the crowd surrounding them.
Under the gazes of the watching younger students, Yang Ming lightly punched Dai Mubai in the chest and laughed.
"Mubai, long time no see. I never expected