Following Elder Ju, Su Chen entered a room. Bibi Dong was already seated at the far end.
"Teacher!" Su Chen called, offering her a greeting in place of a formal bow.
"Su Chen, do you admit your guilt?" Bibi Dong asked softly.
"Teacher, your student doesn't know what offense he has committed," Su Chen asked, feigning confusion.
"As the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, you took it upon yourself to change the tournament format. That alone was bad enough, but during the matches, you actually severed the tendons in the hands and feet of the Star Luo Empire's imperial academy team members," Bibi Dong reprimanded him.
"Teacher, the rules may say to stop short of inflicting serious harm, but soul skills don't have eyes. How difficult is it to achieve that? Besides, Xie Yue already gave them a chance to surrender. They simply insisted on fighting. You can't blame us for that." Su Chen gave a sly smile.
"Aren't you afraid the Star Luo Empire will attack Spirit City? You're the Holy Son. Everything you do is closely tied to Spirit Hall," Bibi Dong said lightly. Coming from those irresistibly alluring cherry lips, her words had no bite at all.
"Then let them come. Isn't that exactly what you want, Teacher?" Su Chen replied with a smile.
What I want?
At his words, Bibi Dong's delicate brows drew together. "And what could I possibly want?"
"Teacher, all under heaven must divide after long being united, and unite after long being divided. Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations? The continent is ruled by two great empires, and the common people have suffered the ravages of war for far, far too long!" Su Chen said solemnly.
Bibi Dong's heart jolted, and she gazed at Su Chen. She had