"Heh! Force-ripening?"
Ye Leng's eyes turned even colder as she sneered, "Nie Xuanxing, do you really think your teaching methods are always right?"
"You'd better not forget that what we need to do this year is provide comprehensive guidance, not merely let them understand the situation in the Cangming Realm."
"Yeah!"
Instructor Nie gave a cold laugh. "Only that half-baked, everything-is-the-same kind of education from Instructor Ye Leng is suitable—letting students fail to recognize even Spirit Clan assassins, call them brothers, then get their heads chopped off by one of those 'brothers' after falling asleep."
"Nie Xuanxing, are you looking to die?!"
Instructor Ye Leng had clearly been struck in a sore spot and immediately leaped up.
"Nie Xuanxing, if you truly had any ability, the new students under your lead wouldn't be beaten by our Low Grade A Class every single year. You've muddled around the academy for so many years, yet you're still only an instructor of a low-grade class!" Ye Leng roared.
The students of the Low Grade A Class had clearly witnessed this scene plenty of times.
Some lowered their heads, while others fiddled with the corners of their clothes. In any case, no one was willing to interfere in the affairs between the two women.
Watching the scene before him, Qin Shaofeng could not help feeling like laughing.
But it was not directed at Instructor Nie Xuanxing.
It was directed at Ye Leng.
As the saying went, a ten-thousand-foot tower rose from level ground; Martial Path cultivation was especially so.
Although he had entered the Low Grade B Class, after more than an hour of Instructor Nie Xuanxing's teaching, he had already come to approve of her methods.
The conversation between the two just now seemed to have started because of that.
This Instructor Ye