Art Of Forging
Yun Lintian ran away for a while before stopping at a small pavilion on the way to the study building. He panted slightly, looking back, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's scary." Yun Lintian wiped cold sweat out of his forehead and sat on a bench nearby, looking at Fei Mao running toward him.
"Hah…I say, Great God Yun, why are you walking so fast?" Fei Mao arrived at the pavilion and slumped on the bench directly. His entire body was soaking wet as if he had just fallen into a pond.
Yun Lintian shrugged and stood up. "Let's go. We are late now." Following that, he walked out of the pavilion and headed straight to the study building.
"Ugh…" Fei Mao groaned helplessly. He hadn't recovered yet, and he had to move now. He gritted his teeth and dragged his chubby body to follow Yun Lintian.