Earth, China, Beijing.
Guangyu Academy.
The building named "Douluo Palace" currently serves as Ma Ran's private dormitory.
Standing at the entrance of Douluo Palace, Sikong Si wore a calm expression, but his eyes revealed a hint of melancholy.
He paused every three steps, hesitating every five, looking utterly conflicted, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor, more like a person of flesh and blood than a machine with a human facade.
After much contemplation, Sikong Si finally knocked on Ma Ran's door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
Upon hearing Ma Ran's familiar yet strange voice, Sikong Si entered Douluo Palace as if in a dream.
The place was enshrouded in celestial mist, soft breezes dancing about, with apparent sounds of dragons and cranes echoing, resembling an immortal paradise.
Yet the master of this paradise was not some old Immortal with youthful features, white hair, and a long beard, but a clean young man dressed in a red and blue academy uniform.
