Bai Yin froze, subconsciously withdrawing her Secret Technique as she looked in confusion toward the source of the voice.
When she saw it was Feng Hao, an undeniable flash of joy lit up her eyes. But as she watched him rush toward the ice sculpture, her expression grew puzzled, then complicated.
Meanwhile, the moment Feng Hao appeared, the crowd of onlookers erupted. The senior students, in particular, looked as if they had seen a ghost and desperately wanted to flee the scene.
Among the new students of the Strength Department, Zhang Meng and his cronies were present. The moment they saw Feng Hao, they swarmed him, a blubbering mess. Zhang Meng led the charge, wailing, "We're sorry, Boss! We did our best."
"I know, I know," Feng Hao said irritably, looking at Zhang Meng's bruised and swollen face.
After shooing the five of them away, Feng Hao's expression instantly darkened. He strode slowly to the ice sculpture's side and shot a cold glare at Bai Yin.
