After entering Chang'an Academy through the central avenue at its gates, one came to the enormous Grand Auditorium, which seated a thousand people, followed by the faculty office building.
Farther back, lined up from right to left, stood six teaching buildings, eighteen sports grounds and training fields, a large library, and the dormitory area.
Behind them were thirty-six Soul Fighting Platforms and an exhibition hall, with twenty different mimicry environments scattered nearby like stars across a chessboard.
Of course, all of them were enclosed within towering, fortress-like walls.
Because of the beast tides, Chang'an Academy served as one of Chang'an City's defensive bastions.
Chen Xiaojun left Chen Cong's office and strolled onto the academy's expansive sports grounds, his unhurried steps carrying a touch of carefree defiance.
Sunlight fell like scattered gold, draping a golden veil over this land where cultivation and leisure coexisted.
On the grounds, groups of boys and girls stood or sat together. The awakening of their martial souls had made their youth more vibrant than that of ordinary people, and their eyes shone with longing and excitement for the unknown world.
Their martial souls varied in strength, but each of them harbored the dream of becoming a top Soul Master.
The boys gathered in small groups, every encounter striking sparks of youthful energy. Some sparred with their martial souls, while others discussed amusing stories and strange happenings, though he remained their most frequent topic.
The girls clustered together, speaking softly. Occasionally, they looked into the distance, their eyes glimmering with hopes for the future and a trace of barely perceptible shyness.
"Girls, look what I got!"
[You always let your lovely silhouette lean, so casually, against the crest of the moon,
Beneath boundless silver radiance, you dance with the fluttering grace of a dream.
Following your