The night passed quietly.
The courtyard was already bustling early the next morning.
After Matthew finished washing up and walked out of the room, he saw most of the disciples from the hidden sects had already packed up their belongings, ready to return to their sect.
"Matthew, we are leaving now. Take care, and we wish you good results in the re-election of the Martial League!"
Matthew couldn't help but smile and shook his head. "Alright, stop joking. Have a safe journey, and we'll see each other again next fall."
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