Inside the Affairs Hall, the tense atmosphere was so sharp it seemed almost tangible.
True Qi surged around Zhao Gan, his gaze sinister. Lin Feng's utterly unyielding attitude had clearly enraged him beyond measure.
A newcomer from some remote border province actually dared to disgrace him again and again!
Just as his five fingers curled slightly and fierce force was about to burst from his body, a deep, commanding voice exploded through the hall like muffled thunder:
"Enough!"
The voice was not loud, yet it carried a power that pierced straight into the soul. In an instant, it scattered Zhao Gan's gathered momentum into disarray, and even Lin Feng felt his mind tremble faintly.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw an elderly man standing at the entrance to the hall, though no one knew when he had arrived. He wore the purple instructor robes of the Thunder Institute, was tall and broad-built, and had an ancient, weathered face.
His beard and hair bristled, and he possessed an authority that needed no anger. Wherever his gaze swept, even Steward Wang subconsciously lowered his head.
"Ins... Instructor Lei!"
Zhao Gan's expression changed. He hastily withdrew his aura and bowed, a flicker of apprehension crossing his face.
Instructor Lei's gaze first landed on Steward Wang, his question carrying an unquestionable authority. "Steward Wang, were the resources for newly admitted disciples distributed according to institute regulations?"
Cold sweat instantly beaded on Steward Wang's forehead. Stammering, he said, "R-Replying to Instructor Lei, it was... it was an issue with the batch sent over by the Pill Institute. I was just about to replace them for Junior Brother Lin..."
As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled out three bottles of Thunder Condensing Pills rich in pill aura and marked with clear cloud patterns, along with thirty