It was a perfectly ordinary word of praise, yet Ye Changqing, Xiang Kuangren, Cheng Guying, and Liu Yichun all felt a sudden rush of heat in their hearts and a sting in their noses, nearly bringing them to tears.
All the bitterness and heartache of the years since their injuries had forced them to leave the East Army surged into their hearts.
For a moment, their emotions churned so fiercely that they could not speak.
In the end, Ye Changqing managed to steady himself and said in a trembling voice, "Minister Ding, Marshal, please... please come inside so we can talk in detail."
Only then did he usher everyone into the school's large reception room.
What Ye Changqing found most incomprehensible was...
Everyone behind them actually followed them inside!
One after another, they strolled in at their leisure, as carefree as if they were wandering through their own back gardens.
Ye Changqing was utterly vexed.
The reception room...
Even if it was Hidden Dragon High Martial's reception room, it was not a conference room, after all. With over a hundred people coming in at once, where were they supposed to find that many chairs?
The vice principals all frowned.
These young people had absolutely no manners! Who knew which sect's disciples they were?
How could every last one of them be so ill-bred?
If they were their own disciples, they would beat them black and blue, if not to death!
Seeing this, Minister Ding smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "Changqing, let's find somewhere bigger."
Ye Changqing knew how to read a situation, so naturally, he would not ask such a brainless question as, "Who are these people?" Couldn't he see that even Minister Ding had his reservations?
They certainly had powerful backgrounds.
Minister Ding was trying to preserve their dignity...