"Xuan Zi, what do you think... huh? Where did he go?" Yan Shaozhe had just been about to ask Xuan Zi something when he realized the man had already left without him noticing.
In an instant, Yan Shaozhe's face darkened.
Xuan Zi only had to open his mouth, and Yan Shaozhe had to run his legs off.
Had he known this would happen, he would have stepped in earlier and forcibly stopped the match.
Yan Shaozhe thought for a moment, then summoned Du Weilen.
"Dean, about this..." Du Weilen looked at Yan Shaozhe with a bitter smile. Clearly, he also knew things had gotten rather out of hand.
"Have Dai Yueheng come to my office. I'll handle it," Yan Shaozhe said.
"Yes, Dean."
Du Weilen acknowledged the order and quickly left, heading to the Inner Court to fetch Dai Yueheng.
In the Academy Infirmary, Dai Huabin lay on a bed, his face covered in red slap marks. The blood on his face had already dried, mingling with the dust.
After a round of treatment, he was out of danger and would wake up shortly.
Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie had stayed by his side the entire time, but the looks in their eyes grew increasingly strange, even incredulous.
To ensure there were no hidden complications, the healing Soul Master had just given Dai Huabin a full-body examination.
The result had come as a tremendous shock.
He... he actually can't get it up! Cui Yajie was utterly stunned.
She was starting to understand why Dai Huabin treated Zhu Lu so coldly.
With a beautiful bride-to-be right beside him, he could only look, unable to respond as a man. That feeling... tsk, tsk.
"Yajie." Zhu Lu turned to Cui Yajie and hesitated before cautioning her, "This... let's just pretend we don't