The air around the colossal white-stone square seemed to violently warp and pivot around the precise coordinate where Shen Haoran and his circle had walked.
The surrounding atmosphere, dense with the ambient liquid qi of the Academy City, hung heavy like liquid iron.
At this moment, Chu Yan, his modern analytical mind firing at a blinding, frantic velocity, immediately saw the elegant, white-and-gold silks of Qian Yunxi shifting as she prepared to seamlessly follow behind the golden-haired young master's shadow.
His heart leaped directly into his throat. If she vanished into the labyrinthine residential sectors of this dimensional metropolis with that group of monsters, his carefully formulated narrative strategy to plant the seeds of her absolute romance would be completely, thoroughly obliterated before the week even opened.
