At the very front of the formation stood a dozen or so supervising masters.
Leading them was none other than Qin Feng's "old acquaintance," Professor Gu Yue.
He wasn't wearing his usual research uniform today, but a crisp instructor's uniform, his expression solemn.
Qin Feng didn't recognize most of the other masters.
Despite the large number of people in the plaza, their discipline was surprisingly good.
The students spontaneously maintained neat ranks. Even those chatting with acquaintances deliberately kept their voices down, displaying an extremely high level of personal conduct.
The entire plaza was solemn, yet tinged with the tension of an impending battle.
Just then, a low humming sound came from the horizon.
WHIR—WHIR—WHIR—
Everyone looked up in unison.
A massive black shadow appeared in the sky, breaking through the clouds and rapidly approaching the plaza at an astonishing speed that completely belied its immense size.
It was a shuttle.
