Luo Luo’s safety obviously was the thing that the human world concerned the most. This reason was justifiable, but several months ago, the elite from the demon Ye Shi race had already tried to assassinate her. If this truly was for safety, why didn’t the Pope make her move back then?
Why did he want Luo Luo leave the Tradition Academy right after the night when the Ivy Festival ended?
Why was it so urgent? After all, what did this thing mean? Chen Chang Sheng understood, Tang Thirty Six also understood and probably only Xuan Yuan Po still felt blank and still submerged in the pain of not being able to serve the princess in person.
Luo Luo was the Tradition Academy’s sign board and amulet. If those big figures wanted to destroy the Tradition Academy, then they had to think of ways to make her leave first.
Her leaving, was the first step to break the school.
The forest in the fall was faintly humid. A soft wind was blowing.
The rainstorm was going to arrive.
“Are you mentally prepared yet?” Tang Thirty Six looked at him on the tree and yelled.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the streets in the capital and yelled back, “Not really.”
Tang Thirty Six was dazed. He yelled loudly, “If you are not ready, then why are you speaking so loud? So dumb!”
Chen Chang Sheng still yelled to the entire capital, “If I speak louder, then maybe someone will hear it, and come to help us!”
Tang Thirty Six yelled, “In your dreammm!”
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In the afternoon in the capital, it was raining. The fall rain did not bring too much coldness. The buildings in the Tradition Academy became wet. Raindrops were falling down from the grasses in the corner making the grasses look very disappointed. The broken sculpture looked like it was crying. The liveliness that was just revitalized was short lived.
After the rain, the Tradition Academy would encountered its first trouble.