Zhang Gaodan walked away with a face full of grievance; he could sense the estrangement hidden within Zhang Chen's politeness, like a cloud in the sky, always maintaining a distance not too far nor too close from him.
Watching Zhang Gaodan's silhouette disappear, Zhang Chen retracted his gaze and returned inside the room to supervise the cultivation of the three youngsters.
Before dawn the next day
Zhang Chen directly ordered the servants of the Zhong Mansion to drive the carriage towards the academy. Waiting for Little Fatty Zhang Gaodan? Waiting is impossible!
He certainly didn't want to have any involvement with Zhang Gaodan right now. With the Eight Great Clans about to fall into internal chaos, he wanted no part in being dragged into it.
The carriage exited through the back door and leisurely arrived at the academy. The servant respectfully said to Zhang Chen: "Young Master, we've arrived at the academy."
