From his high seat, Tian Chen had seen every little trick his subordinates pulled.
He snorted coldly, tapped his fingers on the table, and said, "With draws like these, wouldn't it be embarrassing if Teacher Qin cut his way through everyone?"
The vice dean beside him remarked blandly, "Challenging a Spirit Saint above your level isn't that easy. You shouldn't get your hopes too high, Dean, lest you end up disappointed."
Anyone who could serve as a vice dean at Spirit Hall Academy had powerful backing.
Unless they dealt the academy a devastating blow, Tian Chen had no way to dismiss them.
But Qin Yuan was a talent he valued, and it was only right that he protect him!
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. How many of you old fellows can break through to Titled Douluo? When Teacher Qin becomes a Titled Douluo someday and comes to settle accounts with you, don't say I didn't warn you."
The vice deans were unconcerned. "He's just a somewhat arrogant genius. Is becoming a Titled Douluo really that easy? Dean, stop trying to put us in our place. Let's watch the match first."
Relying on her status as Bibi Dong's disciple, Hu Liena rushed into the teachers' rest area. She grabbed Qin Yuan's arm and said indignantly, "Teacher Qin, they're deliberately targeting you. I'll take you to see my teacher. She'll make sure you get justice!"
Qin Yuan shook his head and gently patted the back of her hand, signaling for her to let go.
Hu Liena was still too naive. She might win inside the arena, but outside it, she couldn't win at all.
Spirit Hall Academy was a cradle of talent that both the Worship Hall and the Papal Palace were doing their utmost to court.