Just then, another figure swiftly arrived at Zhang Zhenpeng's side.
The newcomer was around fifty, with refined features and impeccable attire. He was Long Huantian, the principal of Sky Sea Intermediate Academy.
He first nodded slightly to Wang Chuan and Wu Zhangkong. When his gaze swept over Wang Chuan, a trace of barely perceptible gravity and wariness flashed through his eyes as he introduced himself.
"I am Long Huantian, principal of Sky Sea Intermediate Academy in Skysea City."
"My friend, and student Wang Chuan, please calm down."
"Brother Zhang..."
"Was merely anxious for his disciple's sake and spoke offensively. I hope you two will be magnanimous and not lower yourselves to his level."
As he spoke, he inconspicuously nudged Zhang Zhenpeng with his elbow, signaling for him to quit while he was ahead.
Zhang Zhenpeng's face alternated between green and red. He felt the undisguised sword intent locking onto him from Wu Zhangkong, as well as the pressure beneath Wang Chuan's calm gaze. With Long Huantian offering him a way out—
He could only snort heavily through his nose, bend down to pick up the unconscious Zhou Hanyou sisters, and prepare to leave this place where he had lost all face.
"Did I say you could leave?"
A calm voice rang out, neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying an unquestionable authority.
The next instant, icy-blue sword light flashed. The Sky Frost Sword was already stretched across the path before Zhang Zhenpeng and Long Huantian, its cold blade less than a foot away from them.
Wu Zhangkong stood with his sword in hand, his expression still icy. Clearly, he had no intention of letting the matter end there.
Long Huantian and Zhang Zhenpeng stiffened. Turning around, both their expressions darkened.
Long Huantian frowned, his tone gaining a hint of displeasure.
"Student