Xiao Meng's Counterattack

"Grand Elder, which people refused Jia Nan Academy's invitation? Tell me. I'd like to hear it..."

The moment those words fell, everyone's expressions froze. It was as if someone had clutched their throats, leaving them unable to breathe, while their hearts began pounding wildly.

Su Qian was stunned. Was Xiao Meng planning to settle scores with those factions?

The factions that had rejected Jia Nan Academy's invitation felt a chill rise through their bodies, as though they had fallen into Nine Nether Hell and even their souls were about to freeze.

Only at this moment did they realize that they knew absolutely nothing about Xiao Meng. This man had no scruples whatsoever. He was not afraid of offending anyone and was openly preparing to tear away all pretenses.

Everyone's hearts beat faster and faster, the sound rumbling like thunder, as if they might burst from their chests.

Xiao Meng sat in his stone chair, lightly tapping its armrest with his fingers, producing a steady rhythm.

"Grand Elder, go ahead. Don't worry, I don't mean anything by it. I'm merely curious," Xiao Meng said with a faint smile.

Su Qian secretly drew a deep breath and began slowly. "Senior Yao Wanguī is too occupied with Yao Clan affairs to serve as an academy elder. Senior Yao Wānxiū, because..."

Each time Su Qian spoke a name, that person and the members of their faction felt their scalps tingle. They were tense and uneasy, as though thorns pressed against their backs. Although these factions had secretly joined forces to restrain Jia Nan Academy, they all understood that if Xiao Meng wanted to destroy them, it would take no effort at all.

Not to mention Xiao Meng himself or Xiao Xuan and the others, even Xiao Meng's mount alone was enough to wipe out