In the hall of the third floor, Lionel was sitting there with a numb expression while waiting.
As the instructor of the First Reserved Camp, he barely wore his standard-issued armor, but tonight, he equipped every piece of it neatly and the 1.5-meter sword lay beside him, conveniently within reach. He might have seemed calm on the outside, but his heart was shaking terribly.
From a certain perspective, Tang Ling was his student, or at least, half his student. Tonight, his half-student was coming to kill him!
Whenever he thought about it, his wrists would start to hurt. It was the little present that Su Yao had left for him during the first encounter with Tang Ling.
No, not Su Yao but Su Siao.
Lionel's heart twitched when he saw that white-haired figure standing at the entrance of the manor like a monolith through the large hanging monitor on the third floor. Going against Mad Lion Su Siao felt like a dream.