And... there were far more people who needed to be taken away than just these. After all, Martial Artists whose cultivation had reached Martial Master or above all had to go out on missions...
By the time school was nearly over that day, a teacher from a Martial Disciple class, along with his entire class of more than forty little ones, had boarded the vehicles as well. The little ones cried and wailed up a storm, making for quite a novel spectacle...
After this flurry of operations, fierce as a tiger, the fully armed troops withdrew, the Inspection Bureau withdrew, and the City Guards withdrew one after another...
Only the Martial Education Bureau and the Star Shield Bureau stayed, still lingering at Second High School.
Every student in Class Nine watched this scene in a daze, their hearts heavy.
Everyone finally felt, truly and tangibly, that something serious had happened this time-something that would turn heaven and earth upside down!
Nearly three hundred people had been taken away from Second High School in all. The entire school had only a little over four thousand people, yet almost a tenth of them had been taken away in one fell swoop. Just how big a matter was this?!
For a school, it was practically the same as the sky falling.
At the school gates.
The vehicles carrying the senior officials had barely traveled any distance before they abruptly stopped.
Someone had blocked their way!
Blocking their way was a wheelchair, and sitting in it was a skeletal Old Lady whose life flickered like a candle in the wind!
The wheelchair stood right in the middle of the school's main entrance. The old woman's cool eyes gazed indifferently at the convoy before her. Her white hair fluttered gently in the wind.
Qin Fangyang,