By the time the carriages came to a halt within the academy grounds, Lynnor had already transformed.
The woman who had just finished terrorizing two young cultivators with shameless commentary stepped down first with a dignified and composed expression.
Anyone watching would think she'd spent the entire journey discussing philosophy.
If only they knew...
She clasped her hands behind her back and glanced at Aramith, Mozrael, and Sylvia.
"Now," she said calmly, "Remember. Walk confidently, and don't give face to anyone. They're not worth it."
Mozrael stared at her. "You were just—"
"I was what?" Lynnor interrupted smoothly.
Mozrael opened her mouth, then closed it.
There were no words.
Lynnor smiled, utterly serene, and began walking.
They followed quietly.
The academy was alive in a way it hadn't been before the contest.
