High above in the sky, the leaden clouds dispersed, revealing a blue sky with edges of clouds brilliantly rimmed with golden light.
The sunlight dazzlingly shone down, which on the body should have been warm and comfortable.
But for many inside Little Spirit Sound Institute, it brought nothing but a chilling coldness throughout the body.
Heavy, dejected, despairing, helpless...
Various emotions surged within Little Spirit Sound Institute.
The principal of Haoran Academy, who was actually the Sect Master of this Divine Sect of Haoran Academy, Bai Buxi, with his Confucian robe fluttering, wore an expression of slight helplessness as he stroked his hanging beautiful beard and looked at a young scholar dressed in a blue Confucian robe.
"You go."
"Just go through the motions, Haoran Academy is giving up on this preliminary banquet."
Bai Buxi said calmly.
