After the school-wide assembly ended, Mo Xie's phone kept ringing and buzzing with messages.
When they heard about the incident from the news, Tang Yue and Ye Xinxia immediately called from Hangzhou to ask how he was doing.
Ding Yumian was a Main Campus student and hadn't been told to return to school, but she called as soon as she heard. Her voice was full of concern, and she sounded ready to rush back that very moment.
Family and friends alike reached out to check on him. Their concern deeply moved Mo Xie.
Even Mu Ningxue, far away at the Imperial Capital Academy, called. The two exchanged only a few brief words before ending the slightly awkward conversation.
In the dean's office, Dean Xiao brewed a cup of tea and set it before Mo Xie.
Mo Xie thanked him, took the cup, and sipped it before remarking, "Grandpa Xiao, this tea can't be cheap. You're generous with such precious leaves."
"You brat. Isn't it those tins of tea you come here for?"
Dean Xiao sat down and pointed at Mo Xie across from him, speaking with mock irritation.
"Anyone else would leap at a chance for fame and fortune like this. They'd spend all day in front of the cameras. But you gave a few answers and ran off. Nobody could stop you."
Mo Xie smiled and took another sip of the fine tea. "Grandpa Xiao, I don't like all that fuss. It's too much trouble."
Dean Xiao shook his head helplessly. Looking at the remarkable young man before him, he couldn't help saying with heartfelt admiration, "Honestly, it's incredible that you killed a Scale-Skin Mother Demon, a Great General, all by yourself."
"I got lucky."
Mo Xie rubbed his nose and smiled modestly.
"That wasn't luck. Your control over