The person who had arrived was Sima Fenghen, the woman Shen Lang had argued with at the tavern.
She was the daughter of Sima Yan, the Dean of the Alchemy Institute at Tayun Academy.
Shen Lang cracked his neck, making a few popping sounds, and said nonchalantly, "Tell them to wait. I'm going to take a shower first."
"You..." Outside the door, Sima Fenghen was left speechless with anger.
She knew that the current Shen Lang had the right to speak like that, but hearing his words was still incredibly irritating.
'Hmph, so this guy is just another one of *those* people. It seems the rumors can't be trusted after all. A young hero? A few days is all it took for him to become this arrogant!'
Sima Fenghen's expression shifted. The look of anticipation in her eyes faded, replaced once again by a cold aloofness.
She let out a soft huff, crossed her arms, and leaned against the door, her face an icy mask.
...
