"You're just afraid of missing tomorrow's final exams, aren't you, Miss Tang, who always secures the top spot in the grade?"
Wen Nuan mercilessly exposed her true intentions, started the car, and headed toward the capital city. Three hours later, they arrived at the north gate of Palm Pavilion Community.
"Go home and get a good night's rest. This matter can end here. Leave the rest to us."
"Got it. Good luck to you."
Tang Shu hoisted her toiletries onto her back and waved her hand without looking back.
The non-stop mental and physical exertion of the past twenty-odd days had indeed taken a toll on her. She felt as if she'd been thrown back into the Tang Sect trials by her grandfather and reshaped all over again.
At least she managed to cure that group of people from poisons and curses; otherwise, the Tang Sect's reputation in Poison Techniques might not have survived.
