A genuine trace of contemplation now entered Ye Changqing's eyes. "Could you be more specific?"
"Everything's already swaying in the wind and rain. What more is there to say?"
Zuo Xiaoduo said, "Especially your position now, Principal-it's tottering on the brink, its prospects murky. Open spears and hidden arrows, plots and schemes, frame-ups and attacks, the clipping of your wings... all of that has already happened to you, hasn't it?"
Ye Changqing let out a long sigh.
By now, he was beginning to believe that Zuo Xiaoduo really had seen something.
Looking at Ye Changqing, Zuo Xiaoduo said with mounting puzzlement, "Principal, I chose to come to Hidden Dragon High Martial only after turning it over in my mind several times.
"One very important factor was you. That really isn't flattery; it's the truth.
"If not for that, why would I have chosen Hidden Dragon High Martial, where I had entanglements of gratitude and grudges? You've been the sea-calming pillar of Hidden Dragon High Martial, unchanged for so many years...
"As far as I know, you aren't someone who can't keep a situation under control... Things were steady and secure all those years. How did you suddenly lose the initiative in directing the situation? How did things change this much?"
Ye Changqing shook his head with a bitter smile.
What Zuo Xiaoduo had said was indeed entirely correct.
He had served as principal for several hundred years altogether. Previously, he had handled everything with ease and governed with an iron fist, keeping every part of the school in perfect order. There had been nothing he could not suppress, and no one had dared poke their head up and make trouble!
But then came that time... In a great battle, his heart meridians had been damaged, and he had nearly died.