Chapter 30: Chapter 30

It Seems Like Someone...

"Who taught you that move?"

In the training field, Liushu asked Shuang Yun coldly. Not only Mo Ying, but even Teacher Zhi Ying was hearing Liushu speak in that tone for the first time.

It wasn't a tone of blame. Instead, it was more of an interrogation.

Idling and loafing around had always defined Liushu. No one expected to see him .

For a moment, all the other students preparing for the training match, including Teacher Zhi Ying outside the field, didn't react at all.

In their eyes, Liushu had only barged into the match and forcibly interfered with Shuang Yun's attack.

None of them noticed anything wrong with Shuang Yun's strike.

"Who taught you this move..."

Liushu repeated his cold questioning.

"I... I don't know..."

Shuang Yun stared at this side of Liushu, retreating a few steps in fear.

She didn't know why she had swung her blade like that.

Besides, was there really any problem with that strike?

"Teacher Liushu, is there something wrong?"

"That is a very dangerous way to attack. If Molope hadn't been wearing a Prism, that strike might have pierced his throat."

Wei answered for Liushu.

"This wasn't just some accidental strike. Someone definitely taught Shuang Yun this method of attack."

"To put it simply, it's possible that someone taught Shuang Yun how to kill."

In fact, Wei kept one point to herself.

They were actually very familiar with Shuang Yun's move.

Wei let out a sigh, holding her head.

She seemed to have run into something very troublesome.

"This training match is a draw. You may leave for now,"

Wei concluded the match in Zhi Ying's stead.

"Director Wei... did I do something wrong?"

Shuang Yun asked nervously.

"... It's not your fault, but you have brought trouble. Come with me."

Wei took Shuang Yun away.

Xiya and Mo Ying tried to follow, but Zhi Ying stopped them.

"Your training match isn't over yet."

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"You can't remember anything, is that right?"

"Shuang Yun, you disappeared for fifty days. During that time, we sent people to look for you. In every city nearby—there was no sign of you."

"It was as though you vanished from this world; no matter how hard we searched, we couldn't find you."

"Then fifty days later, you reappeared in the same spot."

"How do you see this matter?"

Wei's tone remained as severe and cold as ever.

"I... I don't know..."

In front of Wei, Shuang Yun was like a helpless little lamb.

But she wasn't lying; she truly remembered nothing, her mind was a complete blank.

Just like Huamo said, someone had probably tampered with her memory.

"All right, all right, I know this goes beyond what you can process, so I'll make a rough guess for you."

Wei poured coffee into her cup.

"First, you made contact with the Forbidden Book of Time and stepped into some forbidden area, which destabilized your existence. Fifty days ago, you disappeared."

"You may have traveled to the past, the future, or more terrifyingly—to a parallel world or another dimension."

"You spent some time there—maybe two or three days, maybe several thousand years."

"One day, a divine emissary noticed your presence. Using some method, they sent you back. Only this explanation is possible: if your instability alone sent you back to this time, you would have to be extremely lucky."

"And those people erased your memory."

"However, what you learned there, like that decapitating strike just now, remains within your muscle memory."

"My guess should be reasonable."

Wei took a sip of coffee.

"You should be grateful. Most divine emissaries are utterly cold-blooded. When they see anomalies like you, most would eliminate you outright. You must have run into a relatively kind one. That's very lucky."

"Since you've come back, it means your fate is impressive."

Wei stood up and grabbed the newspaper on the table.

"I won't hold your other offenses against you—touching the Forbidden Book of Time, nearly killing your classmate—none of that matters anymore."

Wei took another sip of coffee.

"Someone once told me: 'Looking back on what happened will only make you more miserable.' So, since these things have already happened, I won't dwell on them."

"Student Shuang Yun, remember what I say."

"In the future, you may disappear inexplicably again. You might die in the past or the future because of this."

"We won't interfere, nor could we even if we wanted to. This is your own doing."

"What I want to say is: if you disappear again, I won't care whether you live or die. You're on your own. Don't expect Teacher Liushu to come save you either. He's powerless."

Wei put down her cup and made herself completely clear.

By this, she meant that Shuang Yun was no longer under Dreamscape Academy's protection. If she died someday, it would have nothing to do with them.

"Tomorrow, the school will take you all to the hunting grounds. You've just come back and probably don't know what that is. You can ask Teacher Liushu about it. That's all I have to say."

Shuang Yun felt that Wei was a bit too cold, as if she had little affection for anyone.

She didn't care about her own life or death, nor did she show interest in anything else. At school, she minded only her own work, didn't socialize, and ignored all other classes—just like a machine.

"If you don't want me to slam you into the wall, keep whatever you're holding out of sight."

As soon as Wei exited the office, she saw Liushu leaning against the wall by the door, holding a box of cigarettes.

"Cough, cough—all right, I'll put it away. No need to say such scary things."

Liushu put away the cigarette.

"Shuang Yun's swordsmanship is clearly the boss's style."

Liushu stated directly.

"I know. That's why I have a headache."

"As for yesterday's white mist, did you find anything?"

Liushu changed the subject.

That mist was clearly abnormal—an anomaly.

But oddly enough, the white mist didn't cause any effects.

If anything, after the white mist, Shuang Yun seemed to have returned.

"Maybe some hunting ground trick, but since it didn't cause any real impact, there's no need to worry about it."

Liushu wanted to say something.

"In the mist, I saw..."

Liushu widened his eyes.

He couldn't remember.

But he still had a faint sense: he'd definitely seen someone very familiar in the mist.