Zhao Xia's eyes were fixed on Wen Qingye as he walked up, step by step. Her heart, once as calm as still water, began to pound madly, and her breath grew ragged.
Wen Qingye spotted the three Zhao siblings and Wu Jing at a glance. He spoke bluntly, "You're all from Celestial Academy, aren't you?"
"That's right. You must be Wen Qingye," Zhu Shaoyou said, looking at him.
"I am," Wen Qingye said with a nod.
Under the stares of the Celestial Academy students, his expression remained utterly unchanged. With his hands clasped behind his back, everyone watched his figure, feeling that it seemed to loom large. Even compared to the combined might of the Celestial Academy contingent, he was no less imposing.
At that moment, Wu Jing slowly stepped forward. "Wen Qingye, it's been a while. It seems you've learned to turn shame into strength..."
Wen Qingye cut her off directly, taking a step forward as he retorted, "What is shame? And what is strength?"
