Xiang Shaoyun had arrived riding on the waves, or to be precise, he was riding atop a blue-scale jiao. The blue-scale jiao was sticking close to the sea surface, making it look like he was stepping on water.

He was heroic and noble; his young face, combined with his slender and slim figure, made him look like the child of a god. He looked every part an extraordinary young man. He stood tall with his hands clasped behind him, and his calm eyes seemed to contain a sense of spirituality that one couldn't describe with words. The female disciples were bedazzled by the sight of him, with some falling for him at first sight.

"What a handsome young man. How can the Dragon Phoenix Academy expel him? What a...