Black Cloud Academy, deep within the academy.
Occasionally, academic disciples pass by, glancing from afar without approaching, merely showing confusion on their faces.
For an entire month now, they have been unable to get even slightly closer to the depths of the academy.
At the same time, for a whole month, they have been unable to find academic seniors to seek martial arts advice.
Because at this moment, all academic seniors, elder deacons, are gathered in the depths of the academy.
Just then, the Vice Dean walked slowly with his hands behind his back.
The Vice Dean paid no attention to the distant onlookers, only giving a sly smile, "When I calculate the time, those young ones should be back soon."
"I wonder what treasures they've acquired this time."
