บท 67: The Tragedy of a Fallen Institute

The sun was already below the horizon, the beautiful sunset illuminating the entire Windy Mountains in a shade of pink.

Walking out of the horse stables at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Chen organized his clothes and started walking up the mountain, along with some of the other inner disciples who had also just returned after finishing their missions.

On the way up, everyone was chatting.

"Brother Miu, I heard that you had taken on a four-star white rank mission? That is so impressive."

"Brother Fang, you are flattering me too much. I only took the most easiest one, I was too scared to take on a harder one, unlike that Zhang Haoran."

"Zhang Haoran is just a lunatic. He chose a three-star white rank mission as his first mission, the second one was a four-star white rank mission, and the third time he actually chose a five-star white rank mission! I wonder if he could even make it out alive."