After learning about the existence of this mysterious "bodyguard," Yang Xiao ate well, slept well, and even entertained a half-baked idea, looking forward to either the Mirror Ghost or the enemies from the Yu Yuan Sect showing up, preferably all together in a group.
Days flew by swiftly, and during this period, everything was calm without disturbances. The assassin lurking within the higher echelons of the Academy seemed to have sensed the danger and had decided not to make a move on Yang Xiao.
After several days of rest, the day of the competition finally arrived. In the early morning, Yang Xiao packed his backpack and stepped out of his apartment into the night. If all went well, this would be his last competition.
Of course, if things went poorly, it would still be the last.
