"Although I don't want to admit it..."
"That's how it is."
Zhao Zicheng covered his face, looking rather helpless.
"Tsk, tsk. Impressive. Very impressive."
"You Ink Academy graduates all have such... hmm... distinctive qualities!"
Xiao Nan had spent ages preparing his words, but ultimately failed to find a suitable adjective. "Distinctive" was about the closest he could get.
"You people from Sin City are no slouches either."
Zhao Zicheng met his gaze with a smile that never reached his eyes.
"Oh, you flatter us."
"You're too kind."
The two exchanged beaming smiles, but a moment later, their expressions turned strange as they both looked toward Yu Sheng and Shi Guang.
Those two...
They combined Ink Academy and Sin City in one package. What did that make them?
Freaks among freaks?
For a moment, they fell rather silent.
Although they didn't want to admit it, those two really were the finest talents Ink Academy and Sin City had produced in recent years.
"In this day and age, without a little mental illness..."
"Can you not even get by anymore?"
Xiao Nan muttered to himself, while Zhao Zicheng's expression grew even stranger.
The person saying that wasn't exactly right in the head himself.
Silence returned to the room. Everyone's eyes settled on Sun Wen as they waited for him to wake.
Mainly, Sun Wen was the only one here who could even barely keep up with Skyvault Ravine's thinking. If they tried handling things themselves, with good luck, their wild flailing might beat a master; with bad luck, they'd be dead.
But this time, Sun Wen remained unconscious for an especially long time. Only after dark, with the moon high overhead, did he slowly wake, clutching his head, a trace of pain still on his face.
"Yes!!!"
"That's it!"
The moment he