Ning Tian's face flushed bright red from straining too hard. She looked at Han Yu, who still had not budged an inch, and could not help sobbing softly.
"I'm sorry, Han Yu. I'm so useless."
"Wuwu... I can't even pull you up. Wait here. I'll go find a teacher to help."
An idea flashed through Ning Tian's mind. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned, and was about to go find a teacher.
"Not good. Students from the outer courtyard were injured."
Just then, a voice rang out, stopping Ning Tian in her tracks. She turned to look.
The next instant, over a dozen figures arrived at shocking speed. In only a few blinks, they reached the lakeside.
The one in the lead was an old man dressed in white. It was none other than Yan Shaozhe, whom Han Yu had met once before.
Han Yu sneered. He wanted to see how this Martial Soul Department Dean would clean this up.
Judging from that madwoman's state, this clearly was not the first time she had gone berserk. Maybe before him, students had already suffered at her hands, only for it to be suppressed, which was why no rumors had spread.
Han Yu pulled Ning Tian close and whispered a few words into her ear.
Ning Tian's expression changed, and a hint of suspicion flashed through her eyes.
"Fortunately, they only fainted. They haven't suffered any real injuries. Teacher Li, treat them."
"Yes!"
"Xiaotao is over here." One of the white-clothed people discovered Ma Xiaotao, who no longer looked human, and his voice trembled slightly.
"There are two conscious students here as well."
A teacher discovered Han Yu and Ning Tian.
Hearing this, Yan Shaozhe quickly arrived before the two of them.
He looked at the heavily