The massive, white-stone square of the Academy City was an absolute hive of kinetic movement and sharp spiritual fluctuations.
The moment the solid cloud platform fully dissolved into the stone floor, the thirty-six remaining geniuses of the era began to disperse across the courtyard, their internal alignments instantly dictating their trajectories.
Among them, Chu Yan was not paying a single thread of attention to the majestic, high-altitude pagodas or the grand architecture of the central district.
Instead, his eyes were rapidly, frantically scanning the shifting crowd, desperately searching for the unique white-and-gold silhouette of Qian Yunxi.
His modern mind was furiously running through the specific structural chapters of the original web novel, digging deep into the lore of this specific transitional arc.
