"I've heard about the Class Promotion Match. Three students were seriously injured. What exactly happened?"
In the principal's office, Yu Zhen sat behind a broad dark-brown desk, his hands clasped beneath his chin and elbows resting on the desktop. He leaned slightly forward, like a mountain lowered at its center of gravity.
His expression was exceptionally grim. His usual smooth, composed bearing had been replaced by something far heavier. The lines between his brows had pressed into a shallow vertical crease, and his lips were drawn into a tight line.
His gaze slowly swept over Long Huanxu, Wu Changkong, and Ye Yingluo, who sat before him. There was the authority and caution of Eastsea Academy's principal in his eyes, along with an undercurrent of concern that could not be ignored.
Normally, a matter like this only needed to be reported by Long Huanxu, the director of the middle division. There had been no need to trouble the principal personally.
But after the Evil Soul Master attack that had swept across all of Eastsea City seven days ago, the situation had become entirely different.
Although that attack had not directly reached Eastsea Academy's campus, all of Eastsea City had been in an extremely tense state that night. Numerous public facilities had been damaged, ordinary citizens had suffered casualties of varying severity, and even now, many people in the city had yet to fully recover from that panic.
Therefore, any incident involving injured students had to be handled cautiously, in case students had been contaminated by Evil Soul Masters or suffered psychological trauma that Evil Soul Masters could exploit.
As Eastsea City's largest Soul Master educational institution, Eastsea Academy had to be especially careful during such a sensitive period.
"Uh... during the match, two Two-Ring students from the former Class One used