The heavily injured Dai Huabin fell straight down from the third floor. Mu En, who had sensed it, gently raised a hand, and soft Soul Power caught him.
The immense perception of a Limit Douluo instantly scanned Dai Huabin's physical condition.
Mu En could not help frowning. His injuries were no ordinary matter, yet they were not fatal either. Still, it would take him at least ten days to half a month to recover.
Looking up at Yan Feng, Yan Jingchuan merely cast him a cold glance before tossing down Dai Huabin's belongings as well. Then he shut the window directly, giving Mu En no chance to speak.
"Ah!"
Staring toward the dormitory where Yan Feng was, Mu En let out a helpless sigh.
He suddenly felt utterly vexed. Not a single one of the new students in the academy was easy to deal with.
Yan Jingchuan dared act this way simply because he had nothing to fear. Even if he went too far and blew the matter up, at worst he would just die. Yan Feng was only an avatar, after all; its death would not affect the main body.
"Shao Zhe, come here."
The voice transmission crossed several thousand meters and reached Yan Shaozhe's ears. Before long, Yan Shaozhe appeared before Mu En.
"Teacher!"
Yan Shaozhe bowed slightly in greeting.
"Shao Zhe, take this child for treatment first."
Mu En, who had reclined back into his rocking chair, pointed a withered finger at the dying Dai Huabin.
Following the direction of Mu En's finger, Yan Shaozhe froze in shock.
"This is... the child from Duke White Tiger's Estate!? How did he get hurt this badly? The freshmen started fighting as soon as they enrolled?"
Half-closing his eyes, Mu En waved a hand.
"Go first. I'll tell you about