C625 Holy Soul Lantern Grass

At the entrance of Ningjiang Academy, a gust of wind stirred up the surrounding dust as the Wind Eagle descended gracefully from the sky, landing firmly on the ground. Lin Ze and his companions hopped off its back and gazed at the familiar gates of the academy, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over them.

"It's only been two months, but it feels like ages," Guo Xinyi remarked with a wistful sigh