September dojo was now even more desolated. News of Lan Yixing’s death had not reached the place, and the dojo was peacefully quiet as usual.
The main door was open, but no sound was heard from within.
Looking at the September dojo right in front of her, Rui Bing’s even breathing despite her hurried journey to the place now began to shorten. A faint blush colored her snow white cheeks.
Rui Bing breathed in deeply and ran, her figure almost like a gigantic bird, entering the dojo.
The dojo was silent, and without a single occupant. Rui Bing was unfazed, and continued inwards. Wei Yuan, however, looked around anxiously in her arms. Under Rui Bing’s care, he was now livelier than before.
Ye Chong was about to leave the September dojo when Shang spoke up, "Ye, wait, let’s go to the front."
"What’s up?" Ye Chong asked, curious.
"You’ll see!" Shang’s tone was odd.
