"Why hasn't Ziyu come out yet?"
A burly man who had taken off his Confucian robe in favor of a blue vigorous outfit turned his head to look at the empty staircase inside the inn, frowning.
He led a spirited Dragon Colt out of a dew-drenched stable.
Behind Gu Yiwu, the eighteen students were ready to go, leading snorting blood-red Dragon Colts.
The crowd had been waiting for quite a while.
"Could Teacher Zhao have overslept? He told us to rest early last night, but he himself..."
"Hush! Stop talking. I think, Teacher Zhao is clearly..."
"Clearly what?"
"...just can't get out of bed. Cough, wait a while, he'll probably have to lean on the wall to come out."
"Ssss—!"
"Ssss—!"
The group of students all gasped, their eyes involuntarily peering towards a certain room on the third floor.
Who would've thought the battle last night was so fierce... Hey hey, everyone downstairs was sleeping, it's not nice to be so loud.
