C113 You dare to Slap the Face of the Sword Hall

When Chen Fann and his peers departed from school, the height of summer was in full swing. Yet upon their return, the season had shifted into the early embrace of fall.

Withered branches and fallen leaves danced to the ground, carried by the crisp autumn breeze. Chen Fann sensed a foreboding chill in the air, a feeling that sent a shiver through his heart