After saying that, Wu Zhangkong did not spare that side another glance.
As he landed steadily, three figures of enforcers appeared out of thin air in the sky, murderous intent spreading through the air.
Wu Zhangkong was, after all, Zhuo Shi's disciple, and these enforcers ordinarily answered only to the Outer Court dean.
Thus, when Wu Zhangkong summoned them now, they assumed it was Zhuo Shi's order. Not one of them voiced any refusal.
As the chilling auras of three sets of Battle Armor descended, the students, whether seated or standing, all wore exceedingly unpleasant expressions.
Most of them had suffered severe damage to their spiritual power. None of them were in good condition, and all desperately needed peace and recuperation.
Yet they were being forcibly kept here, while the Sea God Pavilion meeting would take at least several more hours to end.
For those several hours, they could only remain here and endure the torment of their minds.
Xu Yucheng had already begun vomiting violently, nearly throwing up all his bile.
In an instant, his eyes filled with profound exhaustion. Kneeling there, his gaze was full of despair.
When Wu Siduo had argued for them earlier, he had still clung to a faint shred of hope.
But after seeing how resolute Wu Zhangkong was, he knew he would not be leaving this place today.
Luo Guixing, meanwhile, was the worst off among them all.
His spiritual power had been so severely damaged that it was nearly completely extinguished.
No one knew whether he would ever awaken again, or whether he would become a vegetable for the rest of his life.
Outside, Gu Yue had supported Li Moxun all the way to the foot of the boys' dormitory building before finally loosening her hold slightly.
Seeing that Li Moxun was