"Jing Yu, Chunqiu, and Xia Chan of Huailu Academy pay our respects to you all!"
As three voices rang out.
Three black specks could be seen rapidly growing larger against the dazzling sky.
One of them had white robes fluttering around him, with a faint air of aggression.
He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, so dazzling that no one dared look straight at him.
Everyone's eyes widened, and they stared, utterly dumbfounded.
Were these... immortals!?
They rode the wind here and commanded the wind on their return.
"Pfft!!"
Amid everyone's admiring, reverent gazes.
Jing Yu landed with a splat, his head plunging straight into the ground.
Everyone: ...
Li Ping'an silently covered his face.
"Mmph~ mmph~"
Jing Yu's legs flailed in midair. "Quick! Help me."
Chunqiu and Xia Chan had no choice but to go over and pull Jing Yu out with all their strength.
Jing Yu straightened his clothes and gave a light cough.
"Everyone, the three of us are students of Huailu Academy.
"With us here, a mere band of marauders can be crushed with a flick of a finger!"
As he spoke, he looked at everyone with a confident expression.
It was as though he wanted to salvage some dignity with those words.
Everyone remained silent.
A little red flower from the ground was still stuck to Jing Yu's head. Coming from his mouth, those words had absolutely no persuasive power.
At that moment, the planted cheerleaders in the crowd spoke up.
"...Yes, we should trust the authorities and trust Master Jing Yu!"
"Yes, exactly!"
"Master Jing Yu may look young, but he actually has illustrious military achievements!"
"That's right, I've heard of Master Jing Yu's great reputation too. Master Jing Yu once slew hundreds of great demons!"
"..."
Amid the chorus of