Shen Haoran stared at the white-haired man who had boldly stepped between him and his target, his golden eyes narrowing into razor-sharp, freezing slits.
A profound, icy annoyance radiated from his very posture, causing the air around him to crackle with latent, violent electricity.
The third.
This was officially the third time his plans had been disrupted by an outside force today.
It was starting to become a pattern, a persistent cosmic nuisance whenever he attempted to lay his hands on any of these irritating, destiny-blessed protagonists.
First, there was Chu Yan, whose erratic behavior had drawn unnecessary attention, and whom he wanted to teach a lesson.
But he was stopped by an elder before he could even attack.
Then, there was that seemingly mundane sweeper, Lin Che, who had miraculously triggered the sudden intervention of the Academy Enforcement Team.
