The man bowed and spoke.
"Dean, I've brought Su Ye."
With that, the man's task was complete, and he slowly exited the Front School's main doors.
Su Ye, dressed all in white, stood in the center of the hall, her gaze sweeping over the people around her.
Dean Bai, clad in a long robe, sat in the seat of honor. He stroked his beard and couldn't help but nod as he looked at Su Ye, seeming quite pleased.
To his left sat a group from Qinghuang Academy. To his right were unfamiliar faces, who must have been from Cold Rain Academy.
Among them, Su Ye's gaze paused for a moment on one man.
At first glance, there was nothing particularly special about him.
He was fairly handsome and wore dark-colored clothes, sitting in the second seat of the Cold Rain Academy's row.
For some reason, a strange... aura clung to him.
'What kind of feeling is it?'
'The air of death?'
'The stench of decay?'
She couldn't quite describe it.
She just found herself looking at him for an extra moment.
