Founding the First-Year Class Zero

With the Power of Faith as a bridge, their future growth would definitely be sweet.

But to enjoy that future, Li Qingyue had to work hard now. Naturally, the more people working for him, the better.

Ordinarily, Li Qingyue should have contacted Leng Xiaoyue in some suitably impressive fashion.

But with his current strength still limited, the future Aeon chose the most useful method: he sent her a message.

After sending Leng Xiaoyue a message and arranging for her to meet him, Li Qingyue stretched.

The events of the previous night were over, but the matter itself was far from settled.

Wei Xiaofeng had suffered terribly. All four of his limbs had been broken.

Although they had barely managed to reattach them, his potential had effectively been cut short.

Whether he could raise his Soul Power again was anyone's guess. He was practically ruined.

That very night, Wei Xiaofeng's parents came looking for trouble. But for all the fuss they made, they could not find out who had done it.

The academy was forced to pay compensation, but compared with Wei Xiaofeng's future, the money was nothing.

Then something even stranger happened. Li Qingyue only heard about it after going out.

They had no classes that afternoon, so Li Qingyue spent the whole night lying around.

It was only when Xie Xie returned with breakfast the next morning that he told Li Qingyue what had happened.

"Brother Qingyue, something big happened! Director Long Hengxu got fired—or rather, he was stripped of his director's position."

"After Wei Xiaofeng was seriously injured, several teachers also complained that he'd dumped a bunch of talented students into Class Five."

"So the headmaster removed him from the director's post."

There was no gloating on Xie Xie's face as he spoke.

He was not particularly interested;