For a moment, no one present dared to speak.
"Are you Elder Lingyuan?"
Zhilin panicked.
At that moment, he was certain: the woman was Lingyuan Douluo of Spirit Hall.
That speed just now had been too much for even a Soul Douluo like him to follow.
She was undoubtedly a Titled Douluo!
Sweat beaded on Zhilin's forehead. He suddenly regretted stepping forward.
"Hiss!"
The other teachers heard Zhilin's words and looked at him with resentment and alarm.
She was a Titled Douluo, and Zhilin knew that—yet he hadn't said a word!
Zhilin felt everyone's eyes on him and got a headache.
He hadn't recognized her at all.
"Looks like you know who I am... Oh, right... Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, Zhilin—you three used to be from Spirit Hall!"
Ye Yuan'er glanced at her palm, her voice neither warm nor cold.
Cold sweat soaked Zhilin's back.
The others hardly dared to breathe.
"Get lost!"
"Go back and tell the other two: if you want to leave Spirit Hall, return the resources Spirit Hall spent on you!"
Ye Yuan'er's lips curled into a cold smile. "Or I'll come and take them back myself!"
"I... I'll be sure to pass on your message!"
Zhilin nodded, glanced at Su Wen, and turned to leave.
If she was Lingyuan Douluo, then he was most likely Spirit Hall's Holy Son.
He regretted coming here. He really shouldn't have.
"Hey, don't leave! Come on over and hit me!"
Tian Yue chased after them, looking utterly brazen.
Zhilin and the other teachers didn't dare respond. They hurried away.
Before leaving, they didn't forget to take the person embedded in the wall with them.
"Tch, what a bunch of cowards!"
Tian Yue folded her arms, looking disdainful.
"Seeing you like this makes me want to smack you."
Su Wen