Just as Master Mo concluded her words, Xin Lin had already vanished.
"Little Lin, I haven't finished speaking, where are you going?"
"To save Ziyue."
Within the School Clinic, Xin Lin's words echoed.
"Ah, silly child, going now is futile, do you intend to oppose all of Fengdong?"
Master Mo repeatedly stomped her feet.
But Xin Lin wouldn't heed her words.
"Silly child."
Master Mo smiled wryly.
Beneath Tianxuan Mound, Zuo Mingshang and Lu Yuan, along with others, wore faces of dejection, with a few female students from Tianxuan Class having red-rimmed eyes.
Seven or eight Fengdong clan members, dressed in silver attire and wearing silver masks, stood by.
A beast-drawn carriage was stationed at the side.
This carriage was drawn by a Level 5 Tiger Wolf Colt.
"Miss Nine, this way please."
Two middle-aged maids supported Murong Ziyue towards the beast carriage.
