"Principal Cha, are you afraid of death?"
Cha Huan held his teacup and blew across it. Faced with Le Yu's outrageous remark, he did not even raise an eyebrow. "I am. That's why I've snapped the necks of everyone who dared attack me."
"That still isn't thorough enough. You're a weak, ordinary old man who usually doesn't provoke anyone, yet someone still dared to attack you. You should strike first and wipe out the entire families of those who want to kill you but haven't acted yet." Le Yu earnestly guided him along. "Tell me, am I right?"
"You are."
"Then do you want to do that?"
"Of course I do."
"Then why aren't you taking the bus over there and killing them all? Don't worry, I'm here at the academy. If anything happens to you, I'll look after the Imperial Academy for you."
Cha Huan did not answer. He calmly took a sip of tea, then pulled up his sleeve to reveal his heavily muscled left arm.
"What do you think of my left arm?" he asked.
"That's it?" Le Yu raised an eyebrow. "To put it bluntly, if you punched me, you'd soon be on your knees begging me not to die."
Jokes were one thing, but he still had to know when to admit defeat—not to mention that Cha Huan was the master of the Platinum Tower. Even setting that identity aside, he was a veteran martial pillar of Radiance. He could genuinely make Le Yu crawl across the floor with one hand.
There was one line in Cha Huan's record that Le Yu would never forget: Cha Huan had graduated from the Imperial Academy at twenty-four, and entered the Pinnacle Realm that same year. By his calculations, Cha Huan had already spent several decades immersed in