CHAPTER 72 — THE STRIKE THAT SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM
The transport bus moved smoothly through the aerial corridor, its reinforced hull humming softly as it cut through the clouds.
Inside, the atmosphere was… relaxed.
Their guard was down.
Chen Wulian leaned back in his seat, arms folded behind his head, boots propped shamelessly on the opposite bench.
"I'm telling you," he said lazily, "Vermilion Academy better have good food. If they don't, Stage Three is already lost."
Qin Shuo didn't look up from the tablet in his hands.
"You worry about strange things."
"Morale is important," Chen replied seriously. "A hungry warrior is a reckless warrior."
Bai Qianlan sat by the window, watching the sky slide past in streaks of pale blue and white. Her reflection stared back at her, calm and composed, illusions suppressed to a whisper. Yet her fingers tapped lightly against her sleeve—slow, rhythmic.
