Return of the S-class Young Master

Valley Of No Return

The crowd did not notice that figure riding so arrogantly in their midst. At the moment, every one of them was miserably thinking only of their destination—the sole thought of which caused their scalps to go numb.

Cielo was the fastest. Standing upon that heavy sword, he was also the most agile of the bunch. After receiving instructions from the tutor, he had gone first and flew down the mountain upon which the border of the Trinity College was perched, gliding towards that green forest.

The endless sea of trees spanned across the horizon, towering trunks spreading out thick leaf-covered branches overlapping each other to form a uniformly dense forest.

This was an expansive forest, extending from the foot of Trinity College’s mountain all the way to the Valley of No Return in the distance. At this instant, the mountain range was bathed in a strange dark gleam under the sunlight, contrasting sharply with the jade-green forest. It was as if a hideous bloody wound had been carved out on