บท 157: The Winning Streaks of Two Youths

The torrential downpour suddenly ceased and clear light returned. The rain had dug out many gorges in the sandy ground, making the place look just like the famous plateau in the northwest that overlooked the sea.

The scholar from Scholartree Manor lay collapsed in a corner, his long gown drenched in rain and blood.

Luoluo put away her whip and quietly stood, acting like she had never struck. She exuded an aura of nobility and absolute tyranny.

"Her Highness…is only fourteen this year, right?"

The Principal of the Star Seizer Academy stood by the window and looked down below, sighing, "This is a little ridiculous."