Huo Yuhao's appearance at the academy gates shocked quite a few students. He was carrying an unconscious assassin on his shoulder; the assassin's face was ashen, their eyes hollow, and almost no breath could be detected from them.
By now, the night had descended and the setting sun had already dipped below the horizon, though it stubbornly cast a lingering glow. Still, most of the sky was covered by the colors of night, bearing a striking resemblance to the hues Huo Yuhao had seen when he flew up into the firmament.
Students walked in twos and threes, wandering around outside the campus. Turning their heads, they realized Huo Yuhao's figure had appeared there out of nowhere, soaked in blood and carrying a person of unknown fate.
Chapter 209