Zhang Chen slowly strolled out of the house, his eyes gazing towards the distant sky: "Today is a sunny day."
After speaking, Zhang Chen executed an escape technique, his figure heading towards Chongzheng Academy.
The atmosphere at Chongzheng Academy remained lively, with countless travelers coming from all directions, either staying in Jinling City or directly visiting the academy.
Zhang Chen saw the steward Chen Qi standing at the gate, welcoming the guests, yet there was no sign of Zhou Zhen, which made him feel a strange unease.
Logically, Zhou Zhen should be at the mountain gate to greet the guests. Fondling the letter in his embrace, Zhang Chen's thoughts from that night intensified: "Could it be? Zhou Zhen is a scholar, he wouldn't do such a thing, would he?"
In fact, Zhang Chen was overthinking. As he pondered, he saw the weary-faced Zhou Zhen slowly approaching from a distance, standing at the gate to welcome the guests.
