The moment he stepped back into the corridor, it was like walking into a storm.
Students surged toward him, their voices overlapping, questions flying from every direction.
"How high did you score?"
"Elion! Did you make it past level 20?"
"Hey, Elion—did the glyph turn gold?"
He didn't slow his steps, and he didn't answer any of their questions.
In fact, he didn't even spare any of them a glance.
Instead, he scanned the crowd once, found who he was looking for, and made a straight beeline through the chaos.
Mira.
A sharp click of a tongue sounded behind him.
"Damn," someone muttered loudly. "Gets a little powerful and now he thinks he's better than all of us."
"Tch," another voice sneered. "What do you expect from a commoner, Tian? They all have no manners and no respect."
A few ugly chuckles followed.
Elion heard them.
