A Straightfaced Venerable Tianhai

As soon as Venerable Tianhai finished speaking, he did not even give Li Zhōujūn a chance to reply. With a single stride, he reached Li Zhōujūn and placed his aged hand on Li Zhōujūn's shoulder.

Howl like this venerable one did when your ancestor bullied me! Venerable Tianhai shouted gleefully inwardly as the hand on Li Zhōujūn's shoulder began to exert force.

But soon, Venerable Tianhai sensed that something was wrong.

Why was Li Zhōujūn's shoulder as hard as iron, impossible to squeeze?

He was a dignified Seventh-Rank Dao Master!

Could it be that he could not even squeeze a junior's shoulder?

"Cry out!"

Unwilling to believe it, Venerable Tianhai shouted inwardly as the hand gripping Li Zhōujūn's shoulder continued to apply force.

Yet at that moment, Li Zhōujūn smiled and asked, "Dean, am I doing all right?"

"Huh?" Venerable Tianhai froze for a moment. Looking at Li Zhōujūn's completely composed expression, he suddenly had no idea what to do.

"Cough, cough. Dean, there was a Seventh-Rank Dao Master hidden inside the Inner Court Grand Competition secret realm. It was Elder Li who dealt with him," Zhu Jianbing said awkwardly at that moment.

How could he not tell that the dean wanted to vent the anger he had suffered at Senior Qin's hands on Li Zhōujūn?

But Li Zhōujūn was no soft persimmon.

He was a Seventh-Rank Dao Master as well.

"What?" Venerable Tianhai's eyes widened. He looked at Zhu Jianbing in disbelief. "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"I didn't have time to say it the first time, and you didn't ask the second time, Dean," Zhu Jianbing replied helplessly.

The corner of Venerable Tianhai's mouth twitched. He then coughed to conceal his awkwardness before gazing at Li Zhōujūn with a kindly expression. "Mm, Little Li, as Senior Qin's