"What about Mu Ziying?" Ye Qingtang suddenly remembered the little girl who sat in the corner in silence, clutching a tattered cloth doll.
Jing Ze looked rather grim and he was silent for a moment. "Mu Ziying, I… I don't know much about her. She only came to the academy half a year ago."
Ye Qingtang nodded.
Inside the martial arts faculty compound, Lei Yan was sneaking a break in the practice arena. Several teenagers from the Leiting family glanced at him. They didn't say anything but a flash of condescension appeared in their eyes.
"Lei Yan, we heard that you were assigned a new teacher a few days ago?" One of the teenagers who was often at odds with Lei Yan walked over with a group of seven to eight other guys.
Lei Yan lifted his eyes and his face darkened. Hearing those words, he immediately assumed an arrogant and indignant stance.
