Sword Pavilion, fourth floor.
"How did you get up here? Didn't I tell you that you're only allowed to roam the first three floors?"
After an indeterminate amount of time, Fu Qian opened his eyes and saw the middle-aged guard of the Sword Pavilion before him.
The latter was glaring at him fiercely, his voice stern.
"Come down with me immediately, and take out your student card, you haven't registered yet."
Alright then!
Fu Qian, familiar with the process, took out his card and handed it over, only to see the other's expression visibly stiffen.
"...Is this yours?"
"Yes, it is!"
"...You are not from the Swordsmanship Department?"
"I could be."
"This is a card from the Heaven's Commencement Institute, and a mentor's at that... Why did you come here dressed in the Swordsmanship Department's attire?"
"Could you explain that?"
Just like the last time, the middle-aged man's face turned cold.
However, unlike last time, Fu Qian had already thought of an answer.
