Flender raised a hand and pressed it onto Zhao Wuji's furious shoulder.
The thin Academy headmaster wore a complicated expression, his gaze flickering uncertainly behind his lenses.
"Old Zhao, calm down."
His voice was deeper than usual.
"The matter hasn't been fully investigated yet. Besides... that Tang San is very likely to become a student of our Academy."
Zhao Wuji froze.
Then an even greater fury surged onto his face.
"Someone like that can still enter our Academy? Flender, did a door crush your brain?"
"He crippled Mu Bai! Crippled him! Do you understand what that means?"
Flender let out a deep sigh.
He had considered far more than Zhao Wuji, and thought further ahead as well.
Dai Mubai was a prince of the Star Luo Empire, and his identity was sensitive.
If this matter was not handled properly, it would not only affect the Academy's reputation, but could also draw condemnation from the Empire.
But what gave him an even greater headache was—
A few days ago, he had received a letter from his close friend, Yu Xiaogang.
The letter said that Yu Xiaogang had taken in an exceptionally gifted disciple, a genuine "little monster."
That child would be coming to Shrek Academy to enroll before long.
Yu Xiaogang had specifically mentioned in the letter that his disciple was named Tang San, and his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.
And according to Dai Mubai's earlier description—the one who had injured him was a youth named Tang San, whose Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass.
Once the two pieces of information matched up, the answer was practically obvious.
"Old Zhao, I know you're angry."
Flender adjusted his glasses, keeping his tone as steady as possible.
"But think about it. How long has it been since our Academy encountered