Qiming Academy

Whether it was due to Yu Xiaoyu’s strong affinity or the irresistible allure of the wave drum, the young boy poured out everything he knew to Yu Xiaoyu’s inquiries, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

The boy’s name was Zhishu, a native of Mo city, and both his parents were cultivators in Mo city.

Despite his young age, he knew not only a little but also quite a bit of information.

At the very least, Xu Yi and his companions managed to find a clue about Kunlun Academy from his words.

Watching Zhishu happily bounce away with a candied hawthorn in one hand and a wave drum in the other, Xu Yi and the others informed the rest while hurrying towards the best location in Mo city.

“Qiming Academy.”

Xu Yi looked up at the signboard ahead and murmured softly. The elegant and steady architecture with white walls and gray tiles, along with the greenery peeking out from the walls, gave off a sense of tranquility.