Among the mountains and forests, a clear breeze swept through the leaves. Instructor Song's voice, carrying anger, rang out through the gaps in the trees.
"Of course. This brat is called Xiao Wujian. I heard this isn't the first or second time he's done something like this. I never expected... to run into it myself this time."
As he spoke, Instructor Song's face darkened, the veins at his temples throbbing faintly. True essence stirred beneath his feet as he strode furiously toward the children.
"Instructor Song, don't act rashly yet. Perhaps... he has some hardship he cannot speak of?"
The Woman surnamed Hu hurried after him with light, graceful steps. Her gentle voice carried a trace of urgency as she reminded her companion.
"Hardship?"
Instructor Song gave a derisive snort, his tone filled with contempt.
"The academy provides food and lodging free of charge. It has not treated them poorly.
"A little food may be nothing in itself. But this conduct clearly shows that his bad roots have yet to be removed.
"At such a young age, and right here in the academy, he already dares to sneak around and steal. If he truly comes into contact with cultivation and sets foot on the path of immortality in the future, would he not end up becoming an Evil Cultivator?"
Still seething, Instructor Song flicked a finger, and his body drifted down like willow catkins before the group of children.
His head was raised high like a proud eagle's. He only glanced sidelong at the frail child on the ground, the disgust in his gaze nearly overflowing.
"So you like stealing that much, do you? From today onward, you are expelled from Songyue Academy. Take your things, go down the mountain, and leave Songyue Academy."
Neither his eyes nor his expression