In the men’s dormitory of the Royal School, Lang Jingchen packed his belongings indifferently. As soon as he had finished packing them, he could formally say goodbye to the Royal School.

Thinking of how he would no longer be a student of the Royal School, he was still a little unadjusted. Although a few people and situations have made him few vexed in his final year, it did not mean that the good memories of the previous years had been erased. They had actually become more and more beautiful, particularly at parting moments like these.

“That’s good too, I will not need to be separated from Xiao Wei from now on.” Thinking of the person that made him unlike himself, Lang Jingchen’s heart was sweet yet bitter and complicated at the same time.

Just as he had packed his belongings and was about to leave the place he had lived for a few years, an unknown object that was the size of a palm was thrown right in front of him. He subconsciously grabbed onto it with his hands due to his instincts as a Martial Artist. His gaze was then met with Rong Yuan’s who had appeared out of...