บท 635: A Map of the Capital

Hearing the words 'bear cub', Tang Thirty-Six recalled Xuanyuan Po. He smiled, but it was rather sourer this time.

He was still in the Orthodox Academy, but he was already beginning to miss the people who were no longer in the Orthodox Academy, as well as his time in the Orthodox Academy.

This period of time had truly been beautiful beyond compare, worthy of reminiscence. It was a pity that tonight, once he left, he would never return.

"I understand," he said to the Tang Second Master. "I'll go with you."

The Tang Second Master calmly gazed at him and gave another one of his silent laughs, his mouth gaping wide, his whole appearance rather comical.

After quite some time had passed, he finally restrained his smile. "This is very good."

With these four words, he took Tang Thirty-Six out the gates of the Orthodox Academy.

Zhexiu and the South Stream Temple disciples could do nothing but watch as their figures vanished into the darkness.