After stopping the Soul Clan Elder, Hun Changqing cast a cool glance at the bewildered old man and waved a hand at him.
"Yes, Elder Ghost Soul!"
The old man immediately understood. After respectfully cupping his hands to Hun Changqing, he hurried back into the allied forces behind him.
"Headmaster Su Qian."
Hun Changqing then stepped into the air ahead, looking down at Su Qian, whose face still bore traces of terror, and spoke with a faint smile.
"You are... the Hall Master?"
Su Qian had no recollection of that breathtakingly beautiful face above him. But Hun Changqing's manner of addressing him and the unforgettable chill spreading around him immediately jogged Su Qian's memory, and he hurriedly continued.
"Hall Master, what is..."
"Elder Su Qian, Jia Nan Academy will hardly survive today. Take your students and elders to the Netherworld Hall for shelter."
"Well..."
Hearing this, Su Qian's face filled with hesitation.
"Enough, Headmaster Su Qian. Stop dawdling. You shouldn't be so old and muddled that you fail to understand. Before long, this place will become a land of death."
Hun Changqing waved a hand and spoke with some impatience.
Although Hun Changqing now thought little of this small academy that supplied talented elites to the northwestern Netherworld Hall, Su Qian shared a deep bond with Zi Yan. He could not simply watch him die.
"Yes, Hall Master!"
Only then did Su Qian realize the gravity of the situation. Although he felt deeply attached to the academy and could scarcely bear to leave it, their lives were ultimately what mattered most.
An academy could be rebuilt, but once their lives were gone, everything was gone!
He dared hesitate no longer. Hastily answering, he called together the students and elders, and within barely half a quarter of an hour, he led