September 15.
Early morning.
After getting up, Oda Mai had sent multiple messages to Yi Lin, but all of them vanished without a trace, without any response.
Ah, what?
Where did the person go!
Oda Mai slowly typed out a question mark and with bristling killing intent, pounded out an exclamation mark.
She sensed that something was amiss.
She seldom messaged Yi Lin.
But whenever she did, Yi Lin dared not ignore her.
"Teacher Oda?"
Inside the dojo.
Students clad in full protective gear were puzzled as they watched the young and beautiful Sword Dao instructor apparently lost in thought, until finally, someone couldn't resist asking.
Taking a deep breath, Oda Mai casually picked up a wooden sword lying next to her and with one strike shredded the wooden practice dummy to pieces.