With a crash, Fan Cheng nearly smashed the wooden door of Long Guang's Quiet Bamboo Studio to pieces. The formations on it let out a series of mournful wails.
"What are you doing?!"
Long Guang roared. Fan Cheng was getting more and more out of line.
Beside him, Fang Taisong puffed out his cheeks and glared, a wet teacup in his hand. A puddle of water had collected on the tea table.
"What is it?"
Fang Taisong asked gravely, "Could it be that there's news of that Xu fellow?"
Ever since Xu Yi had accepted the task, he'd been waiting for news from him. He'd also sent word to Tongcheng Academy more than once, but they'd always replied that they hadn't received any official documents from Loose Immortal Academy.
Fang Taisong and the others had concluded that Xu Yi must have spotted the trap and simply didn't dare go to Tongcheng Academy.
But whether he went or not, the result would be much the same. The Xu fellow was finished either way.
Fan Cheng could barely contain his delight. "That's right. Xu Yi was carried in on the back of his subordinate, Ding Shen. His face was white as paper, and his breath was faint as a thread. He must have botched his report and suffered a severe punishment."
Fang Taisong slapped the table and sprang to his feet. "Excellent! That brat thinks he's clever, so he dares wade into the muddy waters of Loose Immortal Academy. I'll teach him how to behave!"
Fan Cheng said, "This is truly heartening. Uncle Long, Uncle Fang, you should submit your memorials. My great-uncle is just waiting for the two of you to make your move."
Long Guang burst out laughing. "As if I need you to tell me. I prepared my memorial