To win Zhang Chen's trust, Zhang Gaoqiu had truly gone all out.
At that moment, Zhang Gaoqiu had only one thought in his mind: Heaven has handed me a golden opportunity! If I stand up for this brat now, how could he not be moved to tears and become utterly devoted to me? When I want to harm him later, he might even turn around and thank me for it.
Zhang Gaoqiu's heart brimmed with smug satisfaction. He had to seize this chance. Looking at Wang Xifeng across from him, her face full of anger, Zhang Gaoqiu hurriedly transmitted his voice through divine sense: "Aunt, I have heard all about your affairs. Just rest assured and follow my lead. I will certainly give you a satisfactory explanation. Not only will I recover the academy slot this brat stole, I will also make him lose all reputation and become a complete disgrace to the Privileged Class."
Upon hearing Zhang Gaoqiu's transmission, Wang Xifeng looked at him, the light in her eyes shifting slightly. Then she drew a breath, turned her livid face toward the Seventh Order deity nearby, and said, "Didn't you hear what Young Master said?"
The Seventh Order deity's expression changed at once. "Madam..."
"At worst, after you die, the Lineage will forge you another incense-fed golden body, ensuring that you continue to live on in the form of a deity. As for your descendants, the Lineage will never mistreat them either." Wang Xifeng's voice was ice-cold.
The Seventh Order deity's body trembled. His eyes were filled with tragic resolve as he glared furiously at Zhang Chen. The next moment, he fiercely slapped his own forehead. His divine radiance immediately scattered, and he collapsed limply to the ground like a heap of rotten flesh.
A Seventh Order deity had