The National Team had moved to another room.
The conference room was just as luxurious, but the atmosphere was even stranger than before.
Everyone had clearly heard Zhou Sining's wounded, furious roar before he killed Lu Yilin.
No one dared say Lu Yilin shouldn't have been killed.
But none of them had expected Zhou Sining to kill him on the spot.
He hadn't done it underwater, or even as soon as they came ashore.
Instead, after they had all judged Lu Yilin and assumed the matter would go to the Mage Court, Zhou Sining had attacked without warning.
He had done it himself, right in front of everyone.
Even more shocking was the strength Zhou Sining had shown in his rage. It was beyond what they could comprehend.
The instant the Flame Domain spread out, every one of them knew that if they so much as moved, they would end up like Lu Yilin.
That pressure surpassed anything an Advanced Level Tier Two mage with a top-tier Soul Seed should have been capable of...
"Where did Ai Jiangtu go?" Zhou Sining asked sleepily.
After Zhou Sining killed Lu Yilin, Ai Jiangtu had gone out to call the mentors. He had returned, told them to wait in this conference room, and disappeared again.
Five hours had passed. Why wasn't he back yet?
"He went to meet the mentors. Get some more sleep," Mu Nujiao said.
She glanced at Zhou Sining's paper-white face, and her heart ached.
Using Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven twice in one day put tremendous strain on Zhou Sining's soul, even if he hadn't exhausted his Magic Energy.
He had already slept, yet he still looked half-dead.
"Let Nan Rongni take a look at you," Mu Nujiao suggested.
Zhou Sining shook his head. "It's a problem with my soul.