Tang San looked at Xue Beng smiling apologetically before him, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
Father's name really does work wonders.
He had not even done anything yet. Not only had Prince Xue Xing personally come to apologize, but even this bastard who had driven them away had obediently come to bow his head.
The feeling was simply wonderful.
The privilege of making royalty grovel merely by invoking his father's name satisfied his vanity more than anything ever had.
Tang San almost laughed, but forced the corners of his mouth back down.
Let him stew a little first.
He could not simply forget what had happened because Xue Beng offered a few pleasant words.
Xue Beng had long since mastered the art of reading people.
He had been watching Tang San's reaction all along. Seeing that Tang San neither answered nor continued trying to drive him away, he understood where things stood.
At last, he had a chance to thaw that cold shoulder.
He struck while the iron was hot, launching a relentless barrage of sugar-coated promises of money and power.
"Brother San, you've only just arrived. There are parts of the academy you're still unfamiliar with, and getting what you need might not always be convenient."
Xue Beng bent at the waist, his smile dazzling.
"Just say the word, Brother San, and the academy's resources are yours to use. If you run into any trouble, I'll take care of it for you."
Tang San gave him an indifferent glance.
Xue Beng immediately patted his chest.
"I can't speak for anywhere else, but here at the academy, my words still carry a little weight."
He spoke with such fervor that one might have thought he genuinely regarded Tang San as a long-lost brother, despite sharing neither parent,