The rain poured down like a deluge. Su Yao stood at the edge of the laboratory building’s rooftop, icy rain water trickling down her hair and coalescing into tiny ice crystals at her neck. Below, screams erupted one after another. Zhao Ya was surrounded by a group of figures in black; her thin school uniform whipped in the gale, and the bronze Compass held in her hand emanated an eerie, ghostly glow.
"It really is you," Su Yao whispered, a thread of silvery-white Spiritual Energy condensing at her fingertips. Ever since she had discovered the abnormal fluctuations in the fragments of an Ancient Tome at the library three days ago, she had sensed this undercurrent lurking within the campus. Now, watching the runes swirling on the Compass, all the clues finally connected: Zhao Ya, a Cultivator who had always masqueraded as an ordinary student, was secretly plotting to unearth a sealed spiritual vein.
Lin Yu appeared behind her, his black trench coat stained with mud, yet his posture remained upright. "I tracked this aura to the forbidden grounds behind the mountain; the seal there has loosened." As he spoke, Su Yao noticed black mist seeping from his right cuff, clearly an injury sustained while battling something.
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