Flender hurriedly shoved Tang San aside and ingratiatingly took Salas's hand.
"Thank you, Platinum Bishop. Thank you, Saintess. I, Flender, will never forget the Saintess's kindness."
"There is no need to speak of kindness."
Salas waved dismissively. "The Saintess said she deeply regretted being unable to silence the public criticism directed at you, so she has sent these cultivation resources. She hopes you will not blame her."
"What are you talking about!"
Tang San's eyes lit up at the sight of money, and he immediately stuffed several large herbs into his clothes.
"The Saintess is our friend. We have always stood united with the Saintess. If anyone dares to bully the Saintess, I, Tang San, will definitely not stand idly by!"
You, you pigheaded fool?
Salas barely held back those words and waved as he left.
After he departed, Flender immediately shoved Tang San, who was still greedily grabbing herbs, aside.
He waved his hand and ordered several students to carry away two of the large crates, leaving Tang San and the others with only one crate of herbs.
Tang San instantly panicked at the sight. He immediately grabbed Flender's arm to stop him from leaving.
"Dean, what are you doing? These were gifts from the Saintess to us. We should be the ones using them. How can you take them?"
"Yeah, yeah, Dean, what are you doing?" Xiao Wu echoed.
"Our things?"
Flender shot him an irritated glance.
"These were left by the Saintess for our academy. There are only seven of you. One crate is already enough. Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourselves to death?"
"But..."
"But what?"
Flender glared at Tang San, shoved him onto a seat, and swept his gaze coldly over the group.
"Look at your results this time. You've disgraced me, Flender, beyond measure!