Before they knew it, shadowy figures had appeared in the distance around Shrek Square, too indistinct to make out clearly.
Consumed by fury, Zhou Yi noticed none of this. Her gaze was locked tightly onto Qian Chaoguang's calm, infuriating face.
"Ten thousand years ago, Yu Xiaogang, one of Shrek's founders, proposed a theory."
"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless soul masters."
"That's also something you often say yourself."
"But what have you actually done as a teacher? You attempted to cover up your incompetence by expelling students who couldn't keep up with your so-called pace, using fear to explosively drain every last bit of their potential. You gave these students no chances, no guidance or education. You directly erased all their efforts and even refused to grant them a spot in the new student assessment."
"Other than forcing and expelling students, forgive me for being blunt, but I have seen no ability in you that befits a teacher, much less one teaching at a top academy recognized across the continent."
"If all it takes is making students run with unlimited weight every class until they cough up blood, then I believe tying a dog nearby to supervise them would have exactly the same effect as you supervising them personally."
Qian Chaoguang's voice remained calm, without the slightest rise or ripple. He was merely stating a fact.
What he received in return was Zhou Yi's furious roar—after her most cherished teaching methods had been challenged, this Bossy Flower of a teacher seemed to have lost a measure of reason.
Zhou Yi had not even realized that Qian Chaoguang was indirectly calling her a dog.
"You can't see it because you're trash! The class I lead has the highest proportion of students advancing into the Inner Academy. What gives you