Yu Huaijin glanced around the academy, her gaze lingered on Zhao Rong for a brief moment.
By this time, the crowd inside Shuaixing Hall had already risen to their feet, passing by Yu Huaijin, who stood before the entrance, on their way to the Ritual Hall.
As Zhao Rong walked past with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu,
Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Brother Zhao."
Zhao Rong halted.
Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying exchanged a glance, their footsteps unchanged, and went outside to wait, leaving Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin together in front of the door.
Standing inside the gate, Zhao Rong looked up at the somewhat overcast sky, his tone casual.
"What does Elder Sister Yu wish to instruct?"
Yu Huaijin turned her back, gazing at the empty hall, her tone calm; Zhao Rong even guessed that her facial expression as she spoke was as lifeless and uninteresting as ever.
"Later, no matter what happens, you must not speak out or draw attention to yourself."
