A day of brutal training had come to an end.
That old bastard Flender really didn't treat the students like people.
The Little White Fox, Star Fox, nestled in his arms quite comfortably, its two front paws tucked in as it slept soundly.
The little thing sure knew how to enjoy itself.
Cradling the fox, he strolled toward the library, intending to ask Master about a few details concerning the circulation of Soul Power.
As soon as he reached the vicinity of the headmaster's office, he heard an unrestrained roar from inside.
Bang!
A loud crash rang out, as though someone had fiercely slammed a palm down on the desk.
Oh? Drama?
Han Yuchen halted, tightening his hold on the fox as he silently edged closer to the half-open door.
Inside the office, Ning Rongrong's pretty face was flushed red, her chest heaving violently as she pointed at the composed man behind the desk.
"Flender! I demand an explanation!"
Flender, the headmaster of Shrek Academy, wore crystal glasses and looked like a shrewd, miserly merchant.
At that moment, he leisurely removed his glasses and gently wiped them with a piece of velvet cloth.
He did not so much as raise an eyelid at Ning Rongrong's fury.
"This academy's environment is terrible! What is this food you serve? And that training—it's simply barbaric!"
Ning Rongrong's shrill voice was full of a young lady's grievance.
"I'm a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! My father is Ning Fengzhi! You can't treat me like this!"
At last, she had revealed her greatest Trump Card.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
One of the Upper Three Sects on the Douluo Continent, wealthy enough to rival a nation and held in the highest esteem.
That name carried enough weight anywhere.
Unfortunately, this