A quarter of an hour later, Song Yan was taken to the back hill of the uninhabited college.

There is a pavilion halfway up the hill.

On the stone table in the pavilion, a tea stove was steaming hot. Five or six people sat around the stone table.

The leader is a tall young man in a blue jacket. His tone of speech and gestures are full of vigor. Several faces around him have a funny smile. Every time the other side says a word, they always rush to respond to each other in order to show their existence.

"Senior Liang, Huang Liang brought it."

A man walks into the...