This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 417 Sword Department, Lonely Prince!

Nine Heavens Academy, Sword and Character Department.

Although it has undergone simple repairs, the traces of that battle still exist.

The broken walls and eaves, even under the sun, still show a bit of desolation.

Feng Lei, who was directing the craftsmen, heard the sound of wings flapping in the air, and hurriedly raised his face.

Seeing the falcon flying over quickly, he hurriedly greeted it with a smile.

"Junior Brother Linghu!"

That falcon is Linghu Jingtian's mount, Aofeng, and the young man in a black suit and a black narrow knife slung across his waist is also a disciple of the Sword Department, the Eighth Prince of the Dragon and Sky Empire. Linghu Sedum.

Looking up and down Linghu Jingtian, Fenglei had a look of joy on his face.

"It's great that you're back. The master retreated to adjust his internal injuries, and the younger brother left again. I'm the only one in this knife-writing department. It's really lonely. Now, I really miss the time when you first joined the knife-writing department!"

At the end, there was a look of regret on his face.

Linghu Jingtian's complexion changed slightly after hearing this.

"You said, Yehuo... is gone?!"

"Little brother, she left early, that is... after returning from you that day, the master and the main courtyard have repeatedly declined to stay, but she just refused, saying that she didn't want to cause trouble for the academy!"

Feng Lei sighed.

"I think so, now, the wildfire is a matter of the fire phoenix, and almost everyone knows it. Thinking about it, the Phoenix Valley is not peaceful these days!"

At this time, a worker came over to ask about the timber.

Fenglei raised his hand and patted Linghu Jingtian's shoulder.

"Go ahead, you go to the front and back halls to rest first, after two more days, all these houses will be repaired!"

Fenglei turned around to take the workers to fetch wood, Linghu Jingtian put away Falcon Aofeng and walked to the front hall.

His footsteps were very slow and heavy, and he stopped outside the training hall.

Looking past the knife mark left by Yehuo in the courtyard with the raging flames, Linghu Jingtian's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by something, and it began to ache sharply.

Looking up at the sky, Linghu Jingtian's heart was heavy.

He didn't dare to imagine whether he would have the chance to face her again in this life.

Slowly pulling out the Longyin Saber, Linghu Jingtian raised his arms and jumped up.

The blade is sharp.

(End of this chapter)