At this exact moment, deep within the silent sanctuary of Ye Hongyan's private office.
The morning light filtering through the large gothic window had initially brought a rare, tranquil peace to her heart, the memories of the night before under the willow tree lingering like a sweet fragrance.
But that fragile serenity was shattered in a single, devastating fraction of a second.
She immediately stood up from her mahogany chair, her physical composure fracturing completely as her personal communication artifact given to every staff of the Academy clattered loudly on her desk, rolling across the polished wood before coming to a stop.
She stared down at it in absolute, unadulterated shock, her breath catching in her throat.
Without a single moment of hesitation, her heart hammering violently against her ribs, she reached into her robes and took out her primary academy identity token.
