Wen Xingtian's face twisted. "Principal, if my premonition is right, I'm afraid Hidden Dragon High Martial is in for troubled times from now on."
Ye Changqing smiled faintly and said proudly, "Even if he can stir up trouble, when has our Hidden Dragon High Martial ever feared trouble? So long as he does nothing that defies heaven and morality, this old man can shoulder anything else. Did you think I was merely speaking offhand when I promised him three years of peace just now?"
Wen Xingtian's lips moved, but he said nothing.
He had come to learn more about Zuo Xiaoduo in the first place. Now that he understood him thoroughly, he wanted to leave.
But there was something bottled up in his heart that, out of respect for the principal, he left unsaid.
Judging by the temperament I saw in that boy today, I'm afraid even you, the principal of one of the Three Great High Martial Schools, might not be able to shoulder the trouble he'll stir up in the future...
Of course, he could not say that to his face.
Look down on the principal?
That would never do.
By the time Wen Xingtian returned to the classroom, it was already past dismissal time, but the students were all still waiting.
Their expressions were strange, though, as if something had brutally ravaged them-something along the lines of an emotional collapse.
Every one of them looked as though their entire worldview had been shattered.
"What happened here?"
Wen Xingtian wondered, but did not pay it much mind.
"Class dismissed. Those who have settled in can return to your dormitories to rest. Tonight, you can study on your own or first look into the ways to earn credits. Starting today, any currency you already possess, along with all