"No wonder the Holy Daughter had previously endured such a loss at their hands."
He found himself helpless in dealing with these individuals, let alone confronting the formidable Holy Daughter, Nie Yaoguang.
As he recalled her icy, stoic countenance, a chill crept into the Holy Son's eyes.
Tomorrow, at the academy's third centimeter examination ceremony, he planned to present a special gift to this young lady.
The night was calm.
Qiao Mu and her companions had enjoyed a restful night's sleep and awakened with renewed vigor at 5 o'clock in the morning.
The voice of the academy's manager echoed from outside as he led a group of people carrying several large boxes into the courtyard.
"Please accept these ten sets of academy uniforms!"
Ma Ta stepped forward and opened each box.
