Reunion with an Old Acquaintance

Jia Nan Academy's ceremonial square was packed with people. Countless voices converged into a roaring tide that surged straight into the heavens.

Several sizable arenas stood at the center of the square. Dou Qi burst forth across them as figures weaved past one another, their sparring matches exceptionally fierce and intense. Whenever someone won, they would stand proudly, drawing the wandering gazes and fluttering eyes of many young women.

"Arena No. 49, Wang Zi Lin wins."

On Arena No. 49, the referee announced Wang Zi Lin's victory.

At once, a considerable stir swept through the entire square. In particular, many newly enrolled female students stared starry-eyed at the graceful young man on Arena No. 49.

Wang Zi Lin was the foremost newcomer of this year's intake. His talent was outstanding; not yet eighteen, he was already a powerful Dou Master, and even the Grand Elder had personally praised him.

Yet Wang Zi Lin paid no attention to the girls' adoration. His burning gaze was fixed on a tall woman on the platform, dressed in a mentor's uniform and displaying a pair of peerless long legs.

To Wang Zi Lin, those girls fawning over him were merely children. The tall woman was the one he pursued.

That tall woman was Wang Zi Lin's mentor—Xiao Yu.

Seemingly sensing Wang Zi Lin's gaze, she smiled back at him, a simple smile of a teacher toward her student, before shifting her attention elsewhere.

That smile made Wang Zi Lin, whose heart had only just begun to stir, feel as though something had sprouted within him. He quietly clenched his fist as a different sort of emotion took deep root.

However, several minutes later, that budding feeling was ruthlessly snuffed out.

Jia Nan Academy's Grand Elder, Su Qian, stood atop the platform. Looking at those