Before anyone knew it, shadowy figures had appeared in the distance around Shrek Plaza, some too indistinct to make out clearly.
Zhou Yi, consumed by fury, did not notice any of this. Her gaze had locked firmly onto Qian Chaoguang's calm, infuriating face.
"Ten thousand years ago, Shrek's founder Yu Xiaogang once put forward a theory."
"There are no trash martial souls, only trash Spirit Masters."
"That's also something you yourself often keep on your lips."
"But as a teacher, what do you actually do? You try to cover up your own incompetence by expelling students who can't keep up with your so-called progress, using fear to explosively overdraw everyone's potential. You never gave these classmates any chance, never gave them any guidance or education. You directly erased all their efforts, and you wouldn't even give them a spot to participate in the New Student Assessment."
"Other than coercion and expulsion, forgive me for being blunt, but I haven't seen you display any ability as a teacher at all, much less when the place you teach is the top academy recognized by the Entire Continent."
"If all it takes is making students run with unlimited weights every class until they cough blood, then I believe tying a dog next to them to supervise the students would be no different from you supervising them personally."
Qian Chaoguang's voice remained calm, without the slightest rise, fall, or ripple. He was merely stating a fact.
What he got in return was Zhou Yi's furious roar—after this Overlord Flower teacher had had her most cherished teaching method touched, she seemed to have lost some measure of reason.
Zhou Yi had not even caught that Qian Chaoguang was indirectly calling her a dog.
"You can't see it because you're trash! The class I teach has