Chapter 160: The Messenger

It was three-thirty in the afternoon.

There were less than two hours left until the grand liberation of the weekend. Since it was a class hour, the entire academy was enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere.

After Zheng Qing left the classroom in building -101, he quickened his pace. Once he was out of the corridor, thinking that no one could hear his footsteps, he broke into a run, hurrying toward the dormitory.

Along the way, other than the sound of him gasping for air, the only other sounds were the occasional cold winds that swept through the treetops, carrying a low whining noise. On a normal day, the young warlock would have slapped several talisman papers on himself for wind protection and warmth, then would have walked slowly, hunching over to avoid letting the chilly air sneak inside his collar.

But not today.