"Plans..."
Even though Ye Feibai was tense, the question still made him freeze for a moment, before his mind briefly wandered.
Yes, what plans did he have for the future?
A hint of bitterness crossed Ye Feibai's face. "I... I don't know either."
He was a disciple of the Luogu Training Institute. Strictly speaking, he had never intended to remain at Headquarters. Once his injuries healed, the Sect would arrange his transport. Perhaps he could return to the training institute as early as tomorrow and resume his former life.
But the Luogu Training Institute was territory controlled by the Luo Clan. Now that Second Young Master Luo had been convicted by the Discipline Institute and imprisoned under strict supervision, receiving the punishment he had tried to bring down on another through false accusations, how could Institute Master Luo not harbor resentment?
Though his experience was limited, he knew that Institute Master Luo would not need to act against him openly. On the contrary, to present himself as open and aboveboard, the man would have to keep everything outwardly fair and impartial, leaving nothing for anyone to criticize.
But the Institute Master held the training institute's power in his hands. He had no shortage of ways to choke off Ye Feibai's resources, rob him of opportunities, and suppress his growth. Given enough time, Ye Feibai would inevitably fade into the crowd, or even meet an untimely death on some dangerous combat mission.
Even if the Luo Clan bore Ye Feibai no resentment, truly recognized its mistakes, and willingly accepted guilt and punishment, Ye Feibai would still be like a white rabbit living beside a tiger, forever worrying that he might be eaten.
This was no baseless fear of the sky falling. He came from a humble family, while Second Young Master