Grief Is For The Weak

"The instructors who went to aid Langsway have returned!"

"Instructor Liu Nanguo has been killed!"

"Instructor Chen Yuanji has been killed!"

"Everyone, hurry to the southern gate to greet our heroes!" 

As Fang Ping and the rest of the class were still studying the map of the Catacombs, there was a commotion in the hall and some students ran out hurriedly.

The old professor's face drained of color and immediately assumed an expression of great sadness. "Martial artists… sigh!"

His extended sigh was heart-wrenching. 

…

One after another, Fang Ping and the rest of his classmates arrived at the southern gate 5 minutes later. Many of the university instructors and students were already standing there.

At the head of the assembly, the old vice-chancellor's hair seemed even grayer.

"Open the gates!"

In a trice, the gates were opened, and a few large buses drove inside slowly.