"What a gruesome death. He was a 3rd order powerhouse in his lifetime, reckless and unruly. Who would have expected such a miserable death? Just as the proverb says, 'evil begets evil.' Serves him right!"...
Whispers in low tones echoed from within the crowd.
Ye Hanjun twitched at the voice, unconsciously looking towards the city gate.
Canghai Pavilion had dozens of exits. Su Mei and Li Jingming took a detour, each returning from the 2nd and 3rd gates of the North Campus District respectively.
Yet he had chosen the 1st gate.
This was the main gate of the North Campus District, the gate alone spanning 200 meters in width.
The frost-white doors swung open towards the sides. Above them hung a blue gold plaque with the characters for 'Canghai Pavilion' etched on it in a flamboyantly flowing script. Each stroke penetrating through the metal, with a vigor reminiscent of a soaring dragon, smooth as a flowing cloud, grand and magnificent.
But...
