Ling Yun smiled lightly, his eyes narrowing a fraction!
The Old Dean swallowed hard. "Too... too..."
"You know now."
At those words, the Old Dean shut her trembling mouth. Even at the peak of Immortal Emperor eighteen, she still didn't dare act cocky in front of Ling Yun. All she could show was endless terror.
She had never doubted Ling Yun's identity. The Ice Soul Mask was the Supreme Emperor Lord. Vaguely, she had begun to suspect that last night's daylight had something to do with this powerful man.
In her memories, only that Legend that had endured since ancient times—and the King of Hell—could possibly accomplish such a thing. After all these years, his strength must have become even more terrifying.
At the same time!
She found it even harder to imagine that the mighty King of Hell had chosen an ordinary life, bringing his daughter to this ordinary academy, appearing harmless to both humans and beasts.
Little one ran over and said with a grin, "Papa, I lost..."
"It's all right. Doing your best is enough." Ling Yun patted Little one's little head. The latter rubbed against him, her eyes rolling around.
The Old Dean wiped away her sweat. "Doing your best is enough. Doing your best is enough."
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just treat me like an ordinary person."
Ling Yun was utterly speechless. They were acting as if he would eat people. Was there really any need to be this terrified? He truly wasn't that scary.
Beibei thought Ling Yun was unhappy and said in her childish voice, "Handsome Uncle, smile. Beibei will tell you a joke."
Little Irene ran over and acted coquettishly. "Sister, tell it, tell it!"
Instructor Mu came over and said, "Little Irene, you've done wonderfully. Come over and