Head Academy Dean!
Even an existence like that did not dare offend Dao Wushuang?
Then what could his identity be?
No one could calm down. They did not dare think any further, only feeling that Dao Wushuang was incomparably terrifying.
"W-Wushuang, don't be angry. Jingtian was just too angry and acted a little irrationally."
The tall middle-aged man hurriedly spoke. The other three Head Academy powerhouses also hastily spoke, clasping their hands toward Dao Wushuang and hoping he would not hold it against Duan Jingtian.
Seeing the four Head Academy powerhouses treat Dao Wushuang this way, everyone became even more certain that he was anything but ordinary.
Duan Jingtian flew a great distance before landing unsteadily. Covering his bloodied face, his eyes brimmed with shock and fury.
But when he met Dao Wushuang's eyes, he took a breath and forcibly calmed himself. "I was in the wrong just now. I'm sorry."
Dao Wushuang waved a hand. "The one you should apologize to is my friend, not me."
Duan Jingtian nodded and looked toward the blue-robed young man. Cupping his fists slightly, he said, "This matter began because of me. Fellow Daoist, I apologize to you here. From now on, I will never bring up the matter of the marriage pact again."
The blue-robed young man smiled faintly and waved his hand carelessly. "Seeing how sincere you are, I won't hold it against you. I believe that, with my Qingran's broad-mindedness, she won't take this matter to heart either."
Zhou Qingran nodded along.
When Duan Jingtian heard the words "my Qingran," the corner of his eye twitched. His fingers unconsciously clenched, then quickly relaxed. Striving to remain calm, he cupped his fists again. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for not holding my past offense against me."
The blue-robed young man suddenly asked,