Leng Yanran immediately chased after the two sub-academy deans to Qingtian Hall.
Upon leaving the academy gates, they saw two black-robed figures suspended in the air.
"Marquis Level powerhouses!"
The faces of the two sub-academy deans both changed.
Leng Yanran's expression became even more solemn.
Although she couldn't gauge the cultivation level of the two individuals before her,
She could feel an evil and terrifying presence emanating from them.
The strength of these two was definitely above her own.
Students on the plaza halfway up the mountain were also drawn by the commotion, looking up at the two black-robed figures in the sky.
Confusion and bewilderment spilled from their eyes.
"May I know what business brings you two to Qinglin Academy?" Leng Yanran inquired.
The two figures before her looked quite eerie.
One was half-human, half-snake.
The other was as thin as a dried tree.
If possible, it was best not to offend them unless absolutely necessary.
