At those words, the surrounding crowd felt as if they had been pardoned. They exchanged glances and quietly dispersed.
Tang San took a few steps toward Yu Xiaogang and said in a low voice, "Teacher..."
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, stopping him from continuing. He merely cast a deep, complicated look in Su Yu's direction before turning and walking toward the depths of the academy with Flender.
Su Yu stood where he was, watching their backs. He said nothing more.
Ning Rongrong tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Older brother, you were a little too direct just now, weren't you?"
Su Yu gently stroked Ning Rongrong's head. When his fingertips touched the girl's smooth hair, he deliberately lightened his touch.
He leaned slightly forward, his warm breath brushing behind Ning Rongrong's ear:
"Rongrong, I only said those things to stand up for you. Aren't you happy?"
Ning Rongrong felt her ears grow warm. She instinctively took half a step back, only to be steadied by Su Yu's hand on her shoulder.
The girl's slender fingers twisted the hem of her clothes and skirt as her body swayed lightly:
"No... no! It's just that Master will be teaching us cultivation from now on. I'm worried he'll make things difficult for you!"
Su Yu chuckled softly. He deliberately pressed his palm against the girl's forehead as if checking her temperature:
"Our Rongrong has really grown up. You even know how to worry about your older brother now."
The next moment, however, his fingertip suddenly poked Ning Rongrong's puffed-out cheek:
"But don't worry. That Master has no real ability. He's nothing more than a hypocrite who seeks fame and reputation."
"Your older brother has already broken through to Spirit King. He's only a Soul Grandmaster. What trouble could he possibly cause me?"
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