The Tradition Academy was quiet as usual under the night sky. Due to the second night of the Ivy Festival, there were much less people watching over in the Hundred Blossom Street. It helped to relax Chen Chang Sheng’s mood. He never expected that Xuan Yuan Po would be more relaxed than him when it was his first time entering the Tradition Academy.
The Yao youngster’s hands were on his waist looking around the school. Sometimes, he touches the old broken sculptures and curiosity fills his eyes. Not a trace of nervousness was seen in him.
Taking out his keys and unlocking the door of the library, Chen Chang Sheng paused and didn’t enter. He looked at Luo Luo who wanted to say something but held her tongue, “What’s on your mind?”
Luo Luo pulled on his sleeves, a little embarrassed, “Master, can you help him, you know….. he is one of my race,”
Chen Chang Sheng answered, “It’s fine if I help him. I’m just curious, why are you so confident that I can heal a wound that even the instructors of the Starseeker Academy think would be impossible to heal?”
“Master is not an ordinary person like those people.”