Inside Soaring Dragon Academy, students in different colored tunics littered around the hall. The wall was painted red with gold details, beautiful paintings of mountains and calligraphy were hung in silver frames, and porcelain vases sitting on oakwood stands lined up along the corridors.
Today's lessons has ended, thus the students were granted to do whatever recreational activities they wished as soon as they were of no disruption to the academy's tranquility.
"Hey, did Master Yang died?"
"What nonsense are you spewing? Do you want to receive retaliation if Master Yang or one of his disciples heard you?"
"You can't blame me for assuming that. I saw Grandmaster Wei in the hallway just now, he was humming and smiling! You can't blame me for assuming that his greatest rival finally crocked."
"Are you certain you're not going blind? Grandmaster Wei, smiling? You could've just told me he was about to plot someone's murder."