"Zifeng!"
Xu Duoyi was shouting, when she suddenly noticed that the scene before her had drastically changed.
The chaotic battlefield and the solitary little silver-armored soldier fighting bravely had vanished, replaced by a grand auditorium.
Rows upon rows of stone seats spiraled away into the distance, and she found herself standing at the very center of the amphitheater.
Behind her was a secret realm entrance, emitting a faint light.
Many students turned in surprise to look at her.
"Duoyi, you're out too!"
"You're a seven-star professionist, yet you only lasted a week this time?"
"Ah, that makes me feel better..."
There was a low murmur of conversation among the students. Xu Duoyi hurriedly lowered her head, her face red. She felt relieved that nobody nearby heard what she had just been shouting.
"Duoyi, what were you shouting just now?"
Zhang Jiajia walked over and asked curiously: "It sounded like you were calling for someone named Zifeng? Have you got a boyfriend?"