"Then have your dean, Yan Shaozhe, come negotiate in person. In any case, I must receive a straightforward answer today."
Feng Yan began applying pressure. "After all... Shrek Academy surely doesn't wish to become estranged from my Clear Sky Sect, does it?"
His words were neither too harsh nor too mild, yet every word struck precisely at the point Du Weilun feared most.
To this day, the relationship between Shrek Academy and the Clear Sky Sect had never been clearly defined. They were neither allies nor enemies.
It was only being tenuously sustained by that tiny bit of friendship from ten thousand years ago, between Sea God Tang San of the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils and them.
That hammer strike from the Clear Sky Sect in the Mingdou Mountain Range had made the entire continent take the Clear Sky Sect seriously.
If a rift emerged between the two sects over the approval of a single class, then he, Du Weilun, a mere director of education, could not possibly bear that responsibility.
Du Weilun forcibly calmed himself and explained, "Your Excellency, Dean Yan... was injured some days ago. Although he has improved now, he still needs to rest and recuperate..."
Feng Yan understood what he meant, and his expression finally turned cold.
Establishing Zero Class required that old bastard Yan Shaozhe's approval, yet that old bastard was now using his recovery as an excuse to leave him hanging.
Although Yan Shaozhe could indeed, according to procedure, legitimately set aside all academy affairs.
It seemed that Shrek Academy had already grown so arrogant, believing itself beyond reach. Even when he pressured them in the name of the Clear Sky Sect, they gave him no face whatsoever. What would happen in the future?
They were probably just one step away