A series of gasps rippled through the crowd. They stared at Ling Xiao as if he were a monster. Night Owl was deeply frustrated. He couldn't understand why these noble students and teachers from the Imperial Academy all looked like they'd seen a ghost. 'Damn it, my master is only a Tier Four Sword Master? This is a huge embarrassment!'
That was the only thought on Night Owl's mind. The only thing keeping him from breaking down was the memory of the earth-shattering Sword Intent Ling Xiao had displayed yesterday. Otherwise, he would have wanted to cover his face and flee in tears.
Unlike him, the students of the Imperial Academy, whether from the advanced or basic classes, knew perfectly well that the previous Ling Xiao had been a mere Tier Five Sword Attendant, a rank he had only reached last year.
