After Old Mo left, Lin Xun had become much quieter.

Every day, after he completed his training sessions, he returned to Old Mo’s warehouse and silently drank a jar of wine by himself.

Xiaoman was a little worried about Lin Xun.

She sensed that there was something wrong with Lin Xun, but every time she wanted to comfort him, he had already gone off to practice. 

Xiaoman sighed and gave up on comforting Lin Xun. Some things might be better to face alone, only then will he mature quicker.

Thirteen days later.

Early in the morning.

Today, the 237 students from the eight campgrounds of Blood Kill Camp would take a battleship to the Demon Cloud Ridge in the northern frontier of the empire to participate in the battlefield assessment.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of Jiujiu. You only need to worry about safely bringing back a beautiful assessment result.” Xiaoman softly urged before Lin Xun left. 

“Yes.” Lin Xun nodded and headed to the 39th Campground. 

Xiaoman’s bright eyes glistened as she stared at the handsome young man’s back, casting her mind...