Yanhuang University's Academic Affairs Office.
At that moment, Xia Ping was in the office, facing two or three old men and the director of the Academic Affairs Office, Zhao Yang.
Yet Zhao Yang, who wielded the school's authority and could freely use Yanhuang University's network of connections, with influence no less than a federal senator's, was standing behind them like a grandson, not daring to make a sound.
That was because all three old men were Yanhuang University's guardian elders, each with unfathomably deep martial arts cultivation. The one leading them was an old man in a black robe named Du Ze.
This elder had also visited Xia Ping's villa last time.
"Director."
Seeing the powerful figures from the university arrive, Xia Ping wasn't the least bit intimidated. He said brazenly, "Did you call me here because you've decided how to reward me?"
"To be honest, I'm already prepared to accept all kinds of lavish rewards. Even if you bring out treasures like precious artifacts, Dragon Blood, or ten-thousand-year-old spirit medicines, I won't be surprised in the least."
He patted his chest, acting as though he absolutely wouldn't get conceited.
Rewards?!
The elders all looked at Xia Ping speechlessly. The kid was shameless beyond belief. He'd caused such a huge mess that he'd nearly started a war between the Demon Race and the Human Race.
They'd be lucky if they didn't punish him severely, yet he had the nerve to demand a reward. He even wanted Dragon Blood and ten-thousand-year-old spirit medicines. Why didn't the kid just go to heaven? They wanted those things themselves.
"Don't even think about a reward."
Elder Du Ze said irritably, "In any case, you've caused a lot of trouble this time. The Black Scorpion King has put a bounty on you, and there are