The cool night breeze of Falling Star Lake swept away the day's heat, invigorating and refreshing. The streetlights along the lakeside cast their glow, reflecting in the lake, appearing up close like countless stars falling into the water.
Zhu Yan strode forward with his head held high, his footsteps resounding like a morning bell, echoing across the land, sound after sound entering one's ears. Following Zhu Yan, Leyi felt as if he were a student who had made a mistake, awaiting the judgment of his teacher.
The two oldest people at the Imperial Academy were probably Zhu Yan and Cha Huan, but Zhu Yan and Principal Cha Huan aged in distinctly different ways: even though both meticulously paid attention to their appearance, Cha Huan's style was flamboyant and bold, while Zhu Yan was reserved and serious.
