In the quiet county town, residents occasionally ambled by, their footsteps echoing through the streets. Standing before Shen Bai, Wang Tianxing cut a bizarre figure, a stark contrast to the surrounding commoners.
"Do you want to know where Long Lang is?"
After saying this, Wang Tianxing repeated himself.
Yang Feng, Xia Yunzhou's Head of C, stood nearby. The moment Wang Tianxing appeared, he had clenched his fists, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
But Shen Bai remained still, so Yang Feng made no move either, merely standing by in silence.
Shen Bai stroked his chin and said with keen interest, "It seems the people of Xinhua Academy aren't exactly a harmonious bunch."
Wang Tianxing shrugged. "Too many idiots, and sometimes they drag the academy down. Take Long Lang, for instance. In my opinion, his research is riddled with flaws."
"He extracts fragmented souls, believing they're the easiest to cleanse, and then uses those souls as vessels to house conscious ones."
