The office.
Only Jian Fang and Shen Xinghai were there. The other instructors had all gone off to work.
After such a major incident, even though no one had been killed or injured, a shadow had undoubtedly settled over everyone's hearts.
Jian Fang was steeping goji berries, while Shen Xinghai kicked a chair over to Xu Ye.
"Sit."
Xu Ye fidgeted, pretending to be terrified. "Instructor Shen, I won't sit. You two go ahead."
"Cut the crap. Old Jian still owes you a 'Dad.' Since when does the son sit while his dad stands?" Shen Xinghai grabbed a rag and casually wiped his face, then hopped out of the way of Jian Fang's flying kick. He perched on the desk with a broad grin, looking nothing like an instructor.
"Shen Xinghai is a dirty old pervert... Shen Xinghai is a dirty old pervert..." Jian Fang blew on his tea, sneered, and started muttering.
Shen Xinghai choked on his words and glared daggers at Jian Fang.
Xu Ye watched them speechlessly, sighed, and asked, "Where did the coffin go?"
At Xu Ye's question, Jian Fang finally stopped his verbal assault and explained, "Awakened Aberrants are generally very rare. Most become polluted in the Restricted Zone, so we can't bring back intact bodies."
"Zhang Feng's body will be sent to the Crimson Research Institute at the Dawn Tower."
Xu Ye listened intently. "Crimson?"
Shen Xinghai cut in. "You really think the Five Great Powers decided to establish Crimson on a whim? Who knows how many resources they've already poured into the research institute and the Training Camp? Just the Psionic Blocks you receive in a year amount to half the allocation for all Awakened."
"Crimson is actually somewhat independent of the Five Great Powers. They have internal problems of their own, so