"His background was a little ordinary."
She put down her phone, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
He had joined the Myriad Gods Church five years ago.
He had worked his way up little by little from an ordinary follower, without any particularly outstanding achievements, keeping a very low profile.
If he had not schemed to kill his own older brother, she probably would never have noticed such a minor figure even now.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter."
"He's only a dead man walking, after all."
Ink Academy.
Bai Haitang returned to the academy, dragging her saber.
"You were careless."
"Desperadoes like that won't give you any information. Such a naive thought should never have entered your head."
"You won't be this lucky next time."
The loudspeaker on campus sounded.
Bai Haitang raised her head and glanced at it, looking somewhat distracted. "Perhaps I just wanted to indulge myself one more time."
No longer interested in talking, she returned to her dorm under the complicated gazes of some older students.
Only a sigh remained over the loudspeaker.
Over the next few days, the academy returned to its usual rhythm.
Those who needed to train trained, and those who needed to do missions did missions.
Zhao Zicheng and the other new students continued to suffer agonizing beatings from Tail-Ender.
But they were lasting longer and longer.
Once, Big White had even come close to striking Tail-Ender’s chest with a paw. Although they had still failed in the end, such clearly visible growth greatly encouraged them.
"Our coordination is getting better and better!"
"Perhaps this is what the academy wants to teach us."
"Teamwork is very important!"
"As long as we coordinate well, we can absolutely defeat someone stronger!"
Greatly encouraged, Zhao Zicheng clenched his fists and spoke with fervor.
But