Saint Academy.
"Has Su Chen not returned yet?" Huang Zhi asked nonchalantly in the Saint Origin Pavilion while tasting tea. There was no visible emotional fluctuation, yet the sound reverberating within the pavilion felt terrifyingly deep like an abyss.
Standing before Huang Zhi, Shang Getian felt increasingly reverent.
He had been content being a mere dog these past centuries.
He had witnessed Huang Zhi's mad growth.
How fast had Huang Zhi grown? Perhaps, only Shang Getian understood most clearly in the entire Saint Academy. Precisely because of his clear understanding, every time he faced Huang Zhi, he was overwhelmed with reverence, hardly daring to breathe.
Take this moment, although Huang Zhi merely asked a casual question, he felt as if countless threads, impossible to escape, were wrapping around his throat, making it difficult to breathe.
"No... no." Shang Getian stammered, "That little rascal is probably scared, not daring to return to the Saint Academy."
