"Xian Lin'er, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Yan Shaozhe could not help slamming the table, pointing at Xian Lin'er as he angrily shouted.
"No matter what, Ling Feng entered the inner court through our Martial Soul Department. Are you really going to poach him so openly?"
Hearing Yan Shaozhe's words, Xian Lin'er let out a cold laugh and immediately retorted.
"Yan Shaozhe, stop putting on an act in front of me."
"If you truly valued Little Feng, then why did your Martial Soul Department show no interest until the Freshman Assessment had ended?"
"And what do you mean, he's your person? Did Little Feng sell himself to you?"
"Now that Little Feng has personally said he wants to join our Soul Tool Department, you're changing your mind?"
"Do you regret not taking Little Feng seriously, or do you simply not want him joining our Soul Tool Department?"
There was an unmistakable implication in Xian Lin'er's words, and Yan Shaozhe immediately found it hard to remain seated.
"In any case, your Soul Tool Department is going too far by openly stealing people. Do you have any respect at all for me, the dean of the Martial Soul Department?"
"Stop making mountains out of molehills. How about this? As long as you personally take charge of Little Feng's Martial Soul Department courses, I'll return Little Feng to your Martial Soul Department. What do you say?"
At that, Yan Shaozhe nearly twisted his nose out of anger.
He was the dignified dean of Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department and a disciple of Dragon God Douluo Mu En. How could he lower himself to teach a freshman? And teach him alongside someone else, at that?
He could not afford to lose that kind of