Hearing these words, Gray's eyes flashed with a cold light as he clenched his fist.
But after a moment, he chose to endure.
....
Inside the inn, Zhu Tong, Liu Gu, and Daoist Zhang were sitting in a room with its doors tightly shut, not discussing Bai Ling's matters, but the intelligence case this time.
"...Leaking secrets?"
"Impossible."
Zhu Tong glanced at Daoist Zhang and shook his head, saying, "Surely there are spies from various nations within the Spirit Academy, but our intelligence regarding these students is at a high level of secrecy."
"Dean, I don't want to think this way either, but judging from yesterday's battle, such a possibility exists." Daoist Zhang quickly said.
"What are you trying to say?" Zhu Tong sensed the insinuation.
Daoist Zhang did not answer, and Liu Gu spoke up, "I remember that before every cohort of students competes, their information is reported to the Dubhe Pavilion."
