Dai Mubai: Don't Stop Me, I Want to Show Off

"Temporarily, I hadn't found any academy willing to take me in." Yang Ming revealed a bitter smile.

Bishop Beska stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking from the changes in his gaze.

He gently patted the back of Yang Ming's hand and said considerately,

"In my opinion, an outstanding student like you shouldn't be buried. How about this?"

As though he had prepared for this long ago, Bishop Beska pulled a gilded letter of introduction from his robes and handed it to Yang Ming.

"Spirit Hall has an academy specially established in Suotuo City. If you truly can't find a good school, come to us. We'll definitely provide you with the best treatment."

Yang Ming accepted the letter of introduction. After thanking him, he got out of the carriage.

The wheels rolled away, carrying the carriage into the distance.

Just as Yang Ming was considering whether he should truly attend the academy established by Spirit Hall, Black Empress's voice sounded in his mind.

"Brat, don't let that old bastard fool you. That old man's heart is black as coal!"

As an expert from Shrouding the Heavens, Black Empress did not lack autonomy like the Flame Demon King. It occasionally chatted with Yang Ming, and when it was bored out of its mind, it would even come out for a stroll.

If there were a discipline called the art of scheming in this world, Black Empress would at least be an ancestor-level master. In its eyes, Bishop Beska's tricks were child's play, and it saw through the hidden catch at a glance.

A stir rose in Yang Ming's heart. A thoughtful look flashed through his eyes as he said,

"What do you mean?"

"Tsk." Black Empress said haughtily, "I'm not telling