"How could my brother be injured? What on earth happened?" Bai Chuyan had been at a party with her friends, but she floored it home in her sports car the moment she heard her younger brother was hurt.
'Her younger brother was the Young Master of the Bai Family, an exceptionally talented Martial Cultivator on the verge of attaining his Dao. Who would dare to harm him? Who *could* harm him?'
'Besides, wasn't her brother at the Ancient Academy?'
The old butler said, "I heard the Young Master had a duel at the Ancient Academy today and lost. He suffered a minor injury, but it's nothing serious. There's no need to worry, Second Miss."
At these words, Bai Chuyan, who had been walking briskly, froze mid-stride. She stared at the old butler in disbelief, as if suspecting he was joking with her.
'Someone at the Ancient Academy who could defeat her brother? What kind of cosmic joke is this?'
"Take me to my brother. Right now. Immediately."
