At the Yue Mansion, Yue Xiong was practicing his Fist Technique when he heard the news from his trusted steward. He smashed a fist into a training post, and with a CRACK, the post—so thick it would take two men to encircle it—split right down the middle.
He froze, the muscles in his face twitching. After a long moment, he slowly let out a breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of lingering fear and relief as he whispered.
"Seventh Grade? So that's how it is! Thank goodness... thank goodness I didn't act rashly last night!"
At the He Mansion, the scroll in He Wen's hand fell onto the desk with a SLAP. He stared blankly out the window for a long time before giving a bitter laugh, shaking his head, and murmuring.
"To reach Seventh Grade in a single year... The Fang Family's rise is unstoppable. Prepare a generous gift. I will personally visit the Fang Mansion later to offer my congratulations."
