The new semester arrived.
An Lin was relocated to the White Wing School District, a school district dedicated to second-year students.
The new cohort of students arrived at the university in an endless stream; their faces all brimming with a look of youth and vigor.
A day before the new semester began, An Lin arrived back before the gates of the university. Taking in this familiar view, he sighed with emotion.
Before he knew it, one year had passed…
When he first arrived here, he was still a mere mortal who understood absolutely nothing.
It was here, before these gates, that he met his first-ever cultivation friend, Xu Xiaolan.
Thinking back to the farcical scene at that time, where he spoke mandarin and she spoke the strange Taichu language, he couldn't help but chuckle.
He continued walking forward and arrived at a small plaza. This plaza wasn't large, yet there were thousands of students crowded in and around it.
