The snowy night once again returned to silence.
But beneath the night sky, those quietly stirring human hearts, were they truly at peace?
Ouyang Yan stepped into Wuya Inn, facing Zhuge Longsu who was holding a piece of letter paper, greeted him, "Teacher."
"Nothing happened in the Academy, right?" Zhuge Longsu asked.
"All is well."
"Hmm, that's good."
"Teacher..." Ouyang Yan stared at the letter in Zhuge Longsu's hand, which, judging by the envelope set aside, was clearly the letter sent by Ming Rui.
A letter personally delivered by Ming Rui, a warrior of the Divinity Realm, could not but arouse Ouyang Yan's curiosity.
"If you want to read it, go ahead."
"Thank you, Teacher!" Ouyang Yan respectfully took the letter from Zhuge Longsu with both hands, lowered his head, and began reading.
"They... they plan to move the Literary Arena battle to early next spring. Why?"
