Rong Yang: "..."
Li Lie sighed. "It's not just you. In all my years of teaching, I've seen countless geniuses pass through Songjiang Soul Martial University, but I've never seen students like those two.
"Perhaps a once-in-sixteen-years blizzard also brings with it once-in-sixteen-years students."
Thinking about it, Rong Taotao's rise had indeed begun on the night of the Battle of the Three Cities, when he obtained a Lotus petal.
Chen Bingxun changed the subject. "Sheep, you keep an eye on things. You two teachers should take a break. I brought plenty of food. Come, come, come~"
As he spoke, Chen Bingxun put an arm around each of the teachers' shoulders and led them toward a tent, leaving a silent Rong Yang to stare fixedly at the bloody battle at the bottom of the canyon.
"Haha, has it gotten this big already?" Behind them, Chen Bingxun had just pulled open the tent flap when he saw the Snow General Candle standing quietly inside. "What's it doing standing in here?"
