By the next morning, a crowd had assembled outside Advanced Class Three. Word of the previous night’s events had spread, drawing students from various classes to observe. After all, it was unheard of for a student to request a transfer; typically, it was the teachers who advised students to leave. This naturally caused an uproar in the Imperial Academy.1

The students of Advanced Class Three had long arrived with fury on their faces. Upon hearing the news the previous day, they hadn’t slept and mobilized all the students, wanting to teach the traitor, Song Ling, a lesson.2

Over the years, Advanced Class Three had produced many talents, and Sun Shizhou was one of them. He donned a purple robe and had arrived early along with Jiang Hua and others.0

But even when the sun rose to the sky, Liu Wuxie was still nowhere to be seen.0

“Why is he taking so long? Don’t tell me that he’s too scared to come?” The students of Advanced Class Three discussed among themselves. A long time had passed, and Song Ling was still nowhere to be seen.0

“He’s probably scared and fled the academy overnight!” A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. After all, who in the...0