Mingdu, Zhanghua Garden.
Warm afternoon sunlight spilled across the soft, spacious bed. Lin Qing's lashes fluttered, and he rolled over somewhat stiffly. His silver-gray eyes lazily opened a crack, revealing a pair of peerlessly beautiful legs, delicate and well-proportioned, flawless and white.
"Where did this monster come from?"
At his words, the owner of those beautiful legs approached the bed. The blonde girl, with her bright eyes and pearly teeth, bent closer, her smile radiant and holy. The distance between their equally attractive faces approached zero, their warm breaths brushing each other's lips.
"Not a monster, but an angel!"
Golden eyes met silver-gray ones, laughter shimmering in the Holy Angel's slightly lowered gaze.
Lin Qing had long since mastered the divine art of identifying people by their legs. He was merely teasing Ye Guyi.
He naturally reached beneath his pillow. The feel of paper confirmed that his bedtime reading had not been exposed, ensuring that his public image remained noble and aloof. Lin Qing asked slowly, "Did you just get back to the Academy from the Iron Sea?"
"Yes. We reached Mingdu at noon, then heard some jaw-dropping news."
Ye Guyi nodded slightly and sat beside Lin Qing, reaching out to lift his thin blanket. Seeing his wounded body, wrapped up like some bandaged monster, sent violent ripples through golden eyes as clear as spring water. "The news has spread like wildfire through every year at the Academy. You went to the Jingyang Mountain Range to test Soul Tools and ran into its overlord, the 100,000-year Golden Sword Lion King.
"Zi Mu was badly injured and escaped the Jingyang Mountain Range through sheer will to survive. Luckily, Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan found him.
"You were struck by the Golden Sword Lion King's Golden Flying Swords. After the Academy's healing Soul