Just then, someone came stumbling over.
"Dean! Dean—!"
Song Sheng Chaoying roared, "You bastard, what are you panicking for?! Speak if you have something to say!"
"The Old Dean... has passed away... Sob, sob, sob..."
The entire hall was shocked.
Old Man Wu remained seated, motionless. They looked into one another's eyes, as though each had calculations of his own.
Song Sheng Chaoying was horrified. "What!? What did you say!?"
"The Old Dean was already gravely ill, and the last battle severely damaged his vital energy. He attended two days of meetings despite his injuries and gained nothing. After returning, his condition worsened by the day. Today... today, he only drank a bowl of thin porridge and said he wanted a short nap. Once he lay down, he... he never got back up... Sob, sob, sob..."
Song Sheng Chaoying closed his eyes in pain, slowly raised his head, then turned to look at Lu Chengwen and the other two.
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes.
Something was wrong! Very wrong!
Although the Old Dean had been injured, those injuries had definitely not been fatal! Could Zhao Ritian really have blown the Old Dean to death with a fart!?
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian exchanged a glance. Both understood that the situation was complicated.
There were far too many suspicious points in this matter.
Zhao Ritian was even more dumbfounded.
I only farted! And he died!?
This... the Old Dean was way too fragile, wasn't he?
Tears welled at the corners of Song Sheng Chaoying's eyes as he glared furiously at The Three Little Ones. "Seniors, these three from the Yan Zhao Sect viciously attacked Old Dean Chen while he was gravely ill, causing our Old Dean to pass from this world. I overlooked the matter of the poison before, but should