He pushed up the door of the library and went there with Tang Thirty Si and Xuan Yuan Po.
The Tradition Academy’s door was broken.
The Tradition Academy’s door was broken by someone.
The door that was just cleaned up a few months before, fell as a wagon bumped against it.
Wooden fragments and rocks were all over the ground. It looked very pitiful.
A horse fell on the wet floor, opened up its blank eyes, and pedaled slightly with its hoofs.
The dust gradually settled down.
Around ten rides appeared outside the Tradition Academy.
The riders were dressed in fine clothes and had well-groomed horses.
The horses were not common.
The knights looked cold, obviously they were not commoners.
A young knight, looking at the broken door said expressionlessly, “What’s the point for this old, broken yard continue to exist?”