"I suppose I don't need to introduce this one, right? He's the most famous person in all of Huanjing, although his fame is... less than positive."
As Qing Ya stepped into the classroom from the corridor of the teaching building, Xizi Yue spoke with a hint of mockery in her tone.
"I've heard of him," Xiaohongmao said.
"Not interested," Ash said.
Qing Ya stood still at the entrance of the classroom, his pitch-black cloak tightly enveloping him like a giant crow standing erect.
He spoke up, "To cut a long story short, I have a few questions for you. Once I'm done, I'll be on my way."
The tone that fell was still so hoarse and dark, like a crow speaking human language, sending shivers down the spine.
