Planting Shoots

The chief seat?

He was the chief seat—then what was I?

The moment Liang Chao heard Qian Kun's words, it was as though he had been struck by lightning. He sprang straight up from his chair.

"Headmaster, Wei Luo has completely enraged the Heavenly Profound Court this time. I heard they said that at next year's Heavenly Gate Martial Tournament, they'll definitely make us pay!"

"Not only that, he even provoked Elder Zhao Changkong of the Flowing Stream Institute..."

Watching Liang Chao badmouth him right in front of him, Wei Luo did not utter a single word in rebuttal. He merely sneered inwardly.

Granted, the Celestial Pivot Court ranked at the bottom among the six courts, but that was something that could be said in private.

Saying it so bluntly before Qian Kun, the headmaster, was, in a sense, no different from accusing Qian Kun himself.

Liang Chao had simply been overcome by anger, which was why he had said such things.

Sure enough, the more Liang Chao spoke, the uglier Qian Kun's expression became.

"Shut your mouth, you piece of trash! So what if he provoked the other courts? Do you really think I'm afraid of them?"

Smack!

How fast was someone in the Intent Realm?

Wei Luo only saw a blur before his eyes, and Liang Chao was sent spinning through the air by the slap. He crashed to the ground and fainted.

Judging from the shattered teeth scattered all over the floor, Qian Kun had put even more force into this slap than when he had first tested Wei Luo.

Wei Luo could not help but sigh. Youth really was wonderful—lie down, and you could fall asleep at once.

After putting Liang Chao to sleep, Qian Kun's anger had mostly dissipated. He sat back down and rolled