Shen Ling watched Gu Jiaojiao's retreating figure, then glared at his cronies. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
With that, he even copied Gu Jiaojiao's swagger—a gait that acknowledged no one—and walked off without a backward glance.
Only after Shen Ling and his group were a good distance away did the remaining crowd dare to break into a buzz of discussion.
"You guys must have gotten here late, you probably didn't see it—that student who looks like an immortal was a total badass."
"Yeah, I saw it too! She was so badass."
"Heh heh, to be honest, I'm more impressed with those two freshmen. They were flanking the immortal on her left and right, like her personal guardians."
"Then again, it makes sense. If I had the chance, I'd be scrambling to keep up with her too."
"Haha, I'd probably call a cab just to follow her. That shrew from the Jiang Family is nothing compared to her—it's like comparing heaven and earth!"
