Inside a small Travel Ship painted silver on the outside.
A beautiful, elegant figure stood in the cabin, quietly watching the light screen. Displayed on it was the live broadcast of the battle situation on Dingchuan Academy's internal network.
On this Super Stage where thousands of academies competed, the only one she watched was Dingchuan Academy, located in a corner of the arena.
And at this moment, on the stage representing Dingchuan Academy, there was only that silent, tranquil figure.
When he calmly withdrew his fist, rose to his feet, and looked up at the sky, the light screen showed his sharply defined profile and those steady eyes that inexplicably brought reassurance.
When the Combat Match came to an end in such a manner, a faint curve lifted at the corner of her lips. Yet moments later, the happiness in her eyes quickly faded.
"Goodbye."
Lu Qingxue turned off the light screen.
Then she completely shut down the Sky Communicator in her hand and passed it behind her.
The white-haired old man respectfully accepted it with both hands. But as he looked at the figure that seemed somewhat lonely at this moment, his lips moved. In the end, he still called out.
"Miss..."
"Old Steward, who announced the news that Mother was gravely ill?"
Lu Qingxue, peerless in both beauty and bearing, turned around and calmly looked at Old Steward.
"This..." Old Steward hesitated.
"What? You can't say, or you don't dare to say?" Lu Qingxue's calm gaze placed tremendous pressure on the old man.
"Miss Qing Xue, once you return, you'll understand everything."
"I understand."
Her cool, clear voice was like ice beads falling upon a jade plate.
At last, the grand secretary sighed. Holding Lu Qingxue's Sky Communicator, he walked toward the rear, his stooped body seeming even