Slapping a Face

Huo Hai had never paid much attention to idiots like this. He walked to the entrance and showed the guards his card. They respectfully stepped aside and let him in.

The people who had been laughing at Huo Hai fell silent, their voices cut off like ducks seized by the neck. "He—how can he go in? I thought no one was allowed on the third floor." The man who had been shouting stared with eyes as round as a goldfish's. Even someone of his standing was not permitted into the library's third floor.

"Your Fifth Highness, he may be from the Academy. Once someone joins the Academy and reaches the Spirit Practitioner Realm, they can enter the third floor of the library," someone beside him whispered, as though he had just remembered.

The fifth prince froze, then flew into a rage. "Hmph! If some lowly Spirit Practitioner can go in, why can't I? Does the Imperial City Academy want to—" Before he could finish, someone beside him hurriedly grabbed his arm.

Only then did the fifth prince seem to realize what he had almost said. The Imperial City Academy stood on equal footing with the Imperial Clan. He glanced around cautiously. No one seemed to have heard him; the two guards at the door had kept their eyes straight ahead the whole time. "Hmph. So what if I said it? Who would dare touch me?" He remained as spoiled as ever.

"Come on. We'll wait downstairs. When that brat comes out, I'll make him regret it." The fifth prince waved a hand and led his people downstairs. He had only arrived at the Imperial City Academy a few days earlier.

Though Yun Di was the fifth prince, he was nothing like Yun Fei. If Yun Fei was a ruthless man