When Chen Xuan returned to the Wanshan Wilderness, Xiao Canong had already been beaten beyond recognition. His suit was soaked with blood, his cheeks were swollen like watermelons, and nearly half his teeth were gone. Honglian had tied him to a chair and was leaning against the side, panting.
Even so, Xiao Canong didn't groan much. His swollen mouth was still faintly curled up, as if he didn't care at all about what he'd gone through.
Not until Chen Xuan walked up to him.
After he saw clearly who it was, he visibly froze for a moment, a trace of surprise flickering in his bloodshot eyes.
"Beitian Academy… held?" Honglian asked anxiously.
"Yeah, they retreated." Chen Xuan nodded.
