"Dean, let me find you a place to settle down," Xie Changliu said.
Arranging Jiang Mozi's group as soon as possible is necessary, after all, a group of people can be a burden.
Jiang Mozi nodded, without any objection.
The location of Nine Ghosts Academy is a solitary peak, with no roads to speak of.
To enter or leave, one can only walk through the air.
Standing at the edge of the mountain peak, the group looked down to see a blanket of white mist shrouding the area.
The swirling clouds felt as if they were standing at the pinnacle of the sky, giving a refreshing and serene feeling.
Just as they were about to leave, someone approached them from behind.
"Everyone, long time no see."
Xu Zimei turned around to see a group of white-robed individuals from Seven Gods Academy approaching under the lead of Feng Buxiu.
"Who are they?" Xie Changliu asked vigilantly.
"It's not certain whether they're enemies or friends," Xu Zimei replied.
