"Dad!"
"That's my dad!"
A student leaned over the windowsill, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched so hard he bit through his lip. Blood kept trickling from the corners of his mouth.
His father, a veteran missing an arm, had fallen to the ground forever, his breathing stopped.
But even so, right up until his death, he had held an Evil Cultist in an iron grip, clinging tightly to him no matter how hard the man struggled.
Until that Evil Cultist died and fell into the pool of blood alongside him.
"Animals, a pack of animals..."
"My father fought his whole life. He didn't die at the hands of the Demon Clan, but he died at..."
By the end, nothing remained but sobs, without a word.
His fists were clenched tight, his nails digging through his skin, blood running steadily between his fingers.
But even so, all he could do was watch from here. He wasn't even qualified to join the fight.
"For as long as I live, I will fight the Evil Cult to the death!!!"
Even faced with such a scene, he did not step back. He just watched, looking at every person present, every face.
He would remember. He would remember these atrocities of the Evil Cult.
He would brand this blood-soaked scene into his mind.
Liu Qingfeng had fought his way into the center of the crowd and joined the principal.
"Heh, two Cloud Patterns."
"You've kept that pretty quiet."
"With skills like that, you should be the Director of Teaching. Why settle for being a teacher?"
The principal wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sent an Evil Cult member flying with a slash as he spoke.
"Principal, you need to give a reasonable explanation for removing me from my post."