In the West Martial Academy, Su Yue wandered around.
The new semester had just started, and everyone was in high spirits, with even more students than usual.
Of course, people on the street were pointing at Su Yue.
He was now a well-known figure in the Divine Land, vaguely embodying the style of Wuda's top student.
Fellow students seemed to want to greet him, but they were a bit intimidated.
Su Yue maintained an awkward smile on his face, nodding frequently at his classmates.
No wonder celebrities wear masks when they go out.
This kind of feeling of being stared at wherever you go is really uncomfortable.
Maybe at first, there's a slight secret pleasure.
But after a while, it becomes very uncomfortable.
Su Yue arrived at the student council building.
Several student council members told Su Yue that Mu Cheng and Bai Xiaolong had gone to other martial arts academies for lectures and would not be at school during this time.
Su Yue suddenly felt bored.
