Yuan Yi and the others paled when they saw the Jia Nan Academy group spring into action.
"How dare they!"
"Even if you win, who knows how many more people will die? We're already willing to compensate you for what happened before. Isn't that enough?"
Watching the Elders and students charge toward them, Yuan Yi turned to Su Qian in bewilderment, his voice full of confusion.
"Doing this will only push Jia Nan Academy into a pit of fire."
The First Elder snorted at Yuan Yi's words and said coldly, "Whether this leads Jia Nan Academy into a pit of fire isn't for you to decide. But you've already pushed your Eight Gates into one."
"From the moment you dared to kill our academy's instructors and students, you should have been prepared for this day."
"No matter who it is, anyone who dares to violate Jia Nan Academy will never escape our reckoning."
Looking into the First Elder's resolute eyes, Yuan Yi simply could not understand why he would reject a chance at reconciliation and insist on fighting him to the death.
And this was precisely the difference between Jia Nan Academy and the sects of the Black-Corner Region.
Though competition existed within Jia Nan Academy, it was healthy competition. While encouraging students to improve, it also fostered their sense of belonging and valued human bonds.
That was why, after so many students had graduated from Jia Nan Academy over the years, there were always people willing to step forward and help it weather a crisis whenever trouble struck.
By contrast, organizations like the Eight Gates mostly relied on iron-fisted rule, using strength and schemes to command their subordinates. Though this made their disciples obey every order, once those at the top proved unequal to the task, they would lose