"Last night, Jun Haoxuan arrived at the academy badly wounded."
"What happened?"
"There was a battle at Wind City. He and Fang Wulang fought. Half the city was destroyed."
"Fang Wulang? The clan leader of the Blue Fire Dragon Clan?"
"I hope he's alright…"
"He isn't. Fang Wulang is also in critical condition."
"How long will the dragons continue tearing each other apart?"
The gossip of the first-year students echoed around him as Su Ningyan stood before the weapon rack, his gaze drifting over blade after blade, searching for one that might suit him.
He was familiar with this part of the plot.
Although Jun Haoxuan was a divine beast prince, the dragons were split into countless hostile clans. Despite his family ruling over all dragonkind, resentment, jealousy, and ambition festered endlessly beneath the surface. War was inevitable.
Jun Haoxuan himself was powerful, undeniably so, regardless of the politics surrounding him.
But Book Su Ningyan had made everything worse.
