The weather was clear, with not a cloud in the sky.
However, Mo Shangjun's luck wasn't quite as good.
Because she planned to fight quickly and decisively, Mo Shangjun chose the nearest target point, but this target point—was under the responsibility of Jiu Zhou.
Sunlight shone on the leaves, contrasting the tender green buds with the deep green leaves. A cool breeze wafted through, making the leaves shimmer in the light.
Jiu Zhou was sitting under a tree, and by his side were various flags that made the trainees drool—red, orange, yellow, green—so eye-catching.
Yet, Mr. Ji sat there calmly, holding a book that he was seriously reading. The book was wrapped in a cover, so it was unclear what he was reading, but it looked thick, the kind you could knock someone out with like a brick.
