Pei Ye finally got his wish, picking up a bottle of liquor and a copy of the Great Tang National Gazette, leaving the Xiwen Pavilion once again with a full belly and rich gains.
No matter what thrilling experiences he had encountered before returning, the National University always seemed as if time had not moved at all. The bleak weather and the vibrant students made him feel relaxed as soon as he stepped through the gate.
However, this time when Pei Ye walked halfway across the campus, upon pushing open the door of the Four Schools, he faintly sensed a taut atmosphere.
The students had furrowed brows and were intensely focused on something. The arguments he heard were louder than usual, as if some undeniable turmoil had swept into the academy, and even the high walls couldn't keep it out.
