The scholars at the Federation Comprehensive Academy were disconsolate in their grief. Even some of the professors were watching Jie Yanbai with fear showing on their faces.
Jie Yanbai was still looking bedraggled, but the gazes of everyone looking at him were now full of horror and shock.
"You lost." Jie Yanbai's eyes sparked, and he spoke in a low voice. In sharp contrast, Dou Bo's face was like the ashes of the dead.
Touching all the terrified gazes, Jie Yanbai felt unspeakably carefree. Although his time at the Central Repository of the Classics hadn't been so satisfactory, he still had deep feelings for the place. Even though he was a comparative stranger to the master, there were still people in the school he cared about. He was friendly with the teacher who had passed along the legacy of the Rouged Finger to him, but as to Mi Xiaqing, who was killed by Tang Hanpei…
