"That bastard!!! He's going to pay, I'm telling you!"
Lucian's voice thundered as the glass of wine shattered in his hand, sending crimson droplets splattering against the wall. Yet, in mere seconds, the stains vanished, and the wall was pristine once again. Such was the power of the academy's technology-its formations were designed to handle trivial messes like this. This was how far the fusion of cultivation and technology had advanced.
"And how exactly do you plan to make him pay with your
pitiful cultivation?" Isla's mocking voice broke through Lucian's thoughts, causing him to grind his teeth in frustration. Lucian shot her a hopeful, almost desperate look. The gears in his mind had already begun turning, and a sly grin crept across his face. He knew exactly what he wanted to ask of her.
