As they watched Fan Yu leave, several senior school leaders exchanged glances, each seeing helplessness in the others' eyes.
Who was Fan Yu?
He was the future heir to the position of Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department. With Soul Power above level eighty and the cultivation of an Eighth and a Half Level Soul Engineer, he was only in his forties and had a bright future ahead of him. He might even have a chance at becoming Dean of the Soul Tool Department. After all, there was simply no Soul Engineer more talented than him who could compete for the position.
Yet he had ended up with a wife like that.
"Let's hope the repercussions won't affect him too badly. Otherwise, the Soul Tool Department may have no successor."
Qian Duoduo's expression darkened considerably. Fan Yu was the successor he valued most, yet something like this had happened.
The other two could not help looking troubled.
Zhou Yi was easy enough to deal with, and Fan Yu could be reasoned with as well. After all, he was the future Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department and loved the academy even more deeply. Once everything was explained clearly, he would not hold any resentment in his heart. Instead, Fan Yu would feel immense remorse and devote himself even more fully to research, seeking to "atone" to the academy.
But what they needed to handle were the rotten, tangled roots hidden beneath the academy's great tree, represented by "Zhou Yi."
The nearby gangs, hotels, and merchant associations alone had many connections with students. They were either relatives or linked through benefits and favors. There were also connections among the teachers, and countless small gangs and cliques, all claiming to be banding together for warmth and human relations.
Even Venerable