Qin Ye sneaked back to his own dorm room. Along the way, he noticed several students of the First Academy of Cultivators, all of whom had fear and terror written all over their faces. None of them were alone. In fact, they were all gathered in groups of three to five, softly discussing the affairs of last night.

Just as he lay back in bed, he heard a set of chaotic footsteps scrambling down the hallway. Before he could even get out of bed, he heard the sound of a key being inserted into his door. Then, with a soft click, the door opened up, and a group of people waltzed right in without a word.

Tao Ran, Lou Chuan and Chen Zhili. Three of the five professors were here. They swiftly shut the door behind them.

“This is…” It didn’t slip Qin Ye’s mind that he was supposed to be feigning illness. Thus, he sat up from his bed weakly and coughed twice, “Is something wrong?”

The three professors didn’t beat about the bush and immediately flipped up the top half of his blanket. Qin Ye was startled. He hadn’t had the time to change out of his camouflage uniform.

“Room inspection.” Tao Ran muttered placidly, “Something happened in the academy last night, and us three professors have been tasked to go about checking every room. The instructors are all gathered in the lecture hall right now,...