Students were passing by, and when they saw him standing with his eyes closed, they were somewhat curious.
One of the girls, dressed in the attire of the Military Family, was stealing glances at him when she suddenly felt a sharp aura that startled her profoundly, almost causing her to cry out.
In that instant, it was as though two icy longswords were drawn from their scabbards.
An uncontrollable sharpness arose, making those who were looking at Wang Anfeng feel as if their hearts almost stopped, the hair on the back of their necks stood on end, and as though a blade was pressed against their throats. They involuntarily turned pale and quickly averted their gaze, not daring to look any longer.
In the youth’s eyes, a light flickered, his dark pupils almost transparent, his gaze swept across in an instant, taking in every person in Wind Character Tower. This Pupil Skill, like a divine sword unsheathed, was retracted in a flash. Wang Anfeng’s eyes reddened slightly, uncontrollably shedding some tears.
Mr. Ying had taught him twenty-eight levels of the Pupil Skill, and this level was one he had only begun to explore. Because he wanted to find Meng Yuexue as soon as possible, he forcefully circulated his energy to use it, and as a result, suffered some backlash.
However, in that brief instant, he had already taken a cursory look at everyone in the tower who was borrowing books, without catching sight of Meng Yuexue.
He furrowed his brows slightly.
Could it be that Miss Meng had just happened to return to the inn?
Wang Anfeng didn’t consider the possibility that Chuan Lian had already recovered; he simply thought he had been unlucky not to run into Meng Yuexue.
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After thinking for a moment, remembering that the note from Master Li’s Flying Eagle had mentioned the inn where he was staying, he did not bother to look for familiar people within the Academy. He cupped his fists in a salute to Master Ren and turned to leave.
Having just entered not long ago, he hurriedly left Wind Character Tower. Wang Anfeng briefly identified the direction and, using his movement technique, headed towards the inn, pushing down his thoughts of looking for Baili Feng and others, as well as finishing the book in Wind Character Tower.
Without resolving the matter of Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue, he had little intention to pay attention to other matters.
And half a tea time after he left Wind Character Tower...
"Ah Yue, can you really get through all these books?"
Dressed in Military Family vigorous attire, Baili Feng, with a Mo Blade on his back and his arms full of thick tomes, clicked his tongue. Tuoba Yue looked at him, her eyes filled with slight amusement, and patting the back of the youth’s head, she said,
"What do you know?"
"These are the real treasures, compared to the martial arts secrets filled with fighting and killing in your head."
"It’s just a pity that, with so many books in Wind Character Tower, I couldn’t read much even in three years. There are still many books I haven’t finished, but now I must return them."
"In the remaining few days, there’s still much to do. I thought it over and decided to finish everything at the Academy today, after which, I won’t come to Fufeng Academy anymore."
At this point, there was a hint of loss in Tuoba Yue’s eyes.
Baili Feng laughed and comforted her:
"If you’re not coming, then after today, I won’t come here either."
"As for the old man, the Master, I will invite him to have a good drink someday. Uh, but later today, I might not be able to accompany you. I have to go and greet the place where I’m to be assigned."
Tuoba Yue smiled and said, "Don’t worry, someone is coming to pick me up."
The two walked into the building.
When Wang Anfeng stepped out of the inn, he furrowed his brows. At that moment, Gongsun Jing’s voice rang in his ears.
"Young Master, there is news of Miss Meng..."
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After a moment, Wang Anfeng let out a deep sigh of relief, as if the heavy burden on his shoulders had finally been lifted, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.
After some thought, he did not return to the inn.
Instead, he went straight to the Academy, walking briskly, wondering if the wooden hut where he stayed at the Academy was still there, or whether it had been occupied by someone else.
He walked quite slowly, looking at the plants and trees around him with a sense of nostalgia and ease. Not far ahead, the shouting of a burly foreign man could be heard as he sat on the shaft of a cart, cracking his whip.
The foreign horse pulling the cart neighed loudly, startling a passing child who then fell to the ground.
Tuoba Yue sat inside the carriage, returning the books borrowed from the Academy, feeling a hollow emptiness within her.
Her eyes closed, she leaned back wearily in her seat.
Farewell, Academy.
The curtain on the left side of the carriage was blown by the wind. By the roadside, heading in the opposite direction of the carriage, a young swordsman in blue was bending down to help a child up.
The curtain fell, and the coachman cracked his whip.
The carriage sped away, lifting only dust on the road.
The youth by the roadside stood up straight, gently dusting off the front of the child’s clothes. A faint smile crossed his face.
The bustling crowd by the roadside continued unabated.
After all, it was just an ordinary day.
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