Subsequently, there was a long lecture that seemed endless.
Zhang Chuxi was completely unaware of how she returned to her seat, nor did she know what Chen Ye talked about in that long two-hour period.
She only felt the occasional gaze from the man on her, making her feel as if she was sitting on pins and needles.
Finally.
"Today's class, that's it for now."
With a command from Chen Ye, all the disciples felt as if they were pardoned and quickly rose to salute and leave.
As they passed by Zhang Chuxi, their eyes varied — some sympathetic, some admiring — but none dared to speak more and quickly left this place of trouble.
In just moments,
The large Baopu Hall was left with only Chen Ye and the girl in a white dress standing alone.
The hall doors were not fully closed.
The afternoon sun slanted in, dust dancing in the beams.
The silence was terrifying.
Zhang Chuxi hung her head, her fingers tightly twisting her sleeves.
She was waiting.
