"Hiss..."
Zhou Qingqing could not help but suck in a sharp breath.
"Small—way too small!"
After grumbling inwardly, she released her Martial Soul as well and began treating Yu Xiaogang.
Seeing Zhou Qingqing begin to treat Yu Xiaogang, the dean composed himself, walked over to Zhu Rong with a smile, and said:
"Zhu Rong, Master was injured by his own soul skill. This has nothing to do with you. Go back and rest first."
Yu Xiaogang was probably the first person ever to be injured by his own Martial Soul.
What?
Without the fire Zhu Rong added, Yu Xiaogang would not have been hurt?
His Martial Soul was light and fire-elemental. Was he not allowed to use it in a spirit battle?
If Luosanan's fart had not been so powerful, could it have hurt Yu Xiaogang?
Right, that was exactly it!
Even if it was not, given Zhu Rong's talent and background, it had to be!
That was what the dean and the teachers present all thought.
As for why Zhu Rong knew that farts and fire could produce such tremendous power, they did not dare ask.
Everyone had their own secrets. It was enough for them to understand; there was no need to press further. What if it involved secrets of a family or faction...
As the saying went, the secret to living a long life was to mind one's own business less.
The dean was no fool either.
If Yu Yuanzhen came knocking, the people behind Zhu Rong would naturally step in. No matter who was stronger or weaker, it had nothing to do with the academy.
Yu Xiaogang could not even beat a six-year-old Soul Master. Would Yu Yuanzhen even have the nerve to come?
Offending neither side was the best way to handle things.
Zhu Rong