Within Mochi Academy, six classrooms are situated along the corridor.
At this moment, outside the classrooms, autumn leaves are swirling in the sky, and the open ground below is crowded with students from various halls.
Yet, all the people are enveloped in silence, even deliberately keeping their breathing low...
They stare with wide eyes, silently watching the distant Confucian-robed woman who remains in place.
Just a few breaths ago, a Confucian-robed woman, identical to her, had emerged from her body, her snow-white eyes swiftly embarking on a journey southward.
Meng Zhengjun furrows his brows tightly, his eyes fixed on the direction where the presence, seemingly a Nascent Soul yet not quite, had departed.
According to the rules, flying is forbidden within the Academy, the restrictions are exceedingly strict; even she, the teacher of etiquette, and indeed the few Deputy Mountain Masters could not breach them.
However.
