Restoring Order

Before long, Yang Shuiyun, the dean of Sun Moon Academy, specially cleared out a classroom for them.

It was the oldest classroom in Sun Moon Academy. The wooden desks and chairs had been worn to a shine, portraits of past Sun Moon Academy deans hung on the walls, and the air was filled with the smell of paper and ink.

Yang Shuiyun, meanwhile, went to the school gate. As the first dean to personally witness Sun Moon Academy defeat Shrek Academy head-on, Yang Shuiyun's impression of Situ Xuan and the others was far better than merely good.

He remembered the scene of Situ Xuan shattering Shrek Academy's undefeated myth with a single punch. He remembered the figures of those young people in black coats charging across Sunset Plain. And precisely because of that, he alone blocked every Federal big shot who wanted to come looking for Situ Xuan.

"Dean Yang, we're from the Federal Parliament. We have important business with Situ Xuan."

"No audience."

"Dean Yang, this is an order from the Military Department."

"Not listening."

"Dean Yang, if you keep this up, we'll force our way in."

Yang Shuiyun turned around and looked at the uniformed people. A cold glint flashed through his cloudy old eyes. He did not speak; he simply released the pressure of his Soul Power.

The aura of a Title Douluo pressed down like a mountain. Those people's faces instantly turned pale, their legs went weak, and they nearly dropped to their knees.

"This is Sun Moon Academy. Not the Parliament, not the Military Department, and not a place for you to throw your weight around."

Yang Shuiyun's voice was not loud, but every word struck those people's chests like a hammer. They looked at one another, no longer daring to speak, and slunk out