"Go on, go on."
Zhao Wuji folded his arms across his chest and swept them a look of disdain.
"Getting beaten this badly by an old turtle-what a disgrace! Don't tell anyone you're my students when you go out!"
"You got it! We promise we won't!"
Ma Hongjun hurriedly agreed, grabbed Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar, and slipped away as though his soles had been greased. Before leaving, he even remembered to turn back and make a face at Ye Zhiqiu.
Looking at Zhao Wuji's mountainlike figure and recalling how he had just been sent flying, Ye Zhiqiu hardly dared to lash out.
He could only watch them run off, his face turning livid with pent-up frustration.
Only after Dai Mubai and the others disappeared behind the inn's entrance did Zhao Wuji slowly turn around.
He eyed Ye Zhiqiu sidelong, his tone as casual as though he were discussing something utterly inconsequential:
"What ability does it take to bully a few youngsters? Get lost. Stop being an eyesore."
At those words, fury flared in Ye Zhiqiu's heart, and he secretly gritted his teeth:
When the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones follow! Someone who raises such disrespectful brats can't be any better himself!
His fists clenched involuntarily, his knuckles whitening. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his eyes brimmed with anger and resentment.
"You're their teacher, aren't you?" Ye Zhiqiu drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger as he spoke in a low voice.
"Your academy's students publicly insulted our academy just now. Don't you owe us an explanation?"
Zhao Wuji looked him up and down as though examining some strange curiosity, making no attempt to hide the contempt in his voice:
"An explanation? What explanation? As far as I'm concerned, isn't your academy just a garbage