Given the atmosphere during dinner, neither Zheng Qing nor Jiang Yu wisely mentioned the veteran of Starry Sky Academy who was absent due to an accidental death, but that doesn't mean Zheng Qing had forgotten about it.
The indifferent tone Old Yao used when discussing the matter etched deeply in his mind.
It felt like having eaten a fish in the afternoon and getting a bone stuck in his throat; just when he thought the bone had slipped into his stomach, it would quietly shift, causing a brief and sharp pain to remind him of its presence.
Night.
After the Cloud Scroll class ended.
Returning to dorm 403, two companions were gathered around the desk, Xiao Xiao was flipping through a thick stack of reference books, while Xin Fat Man had a line of bottles of different sizes in front of him, seemingly concocting some kind of magic potion.
