As Wang Baole sped off, an uproar exploded outside the Dao Mountain Mist Academy's school gates. Not only were the students engaging in a heated debate, but the teachers also started discussing amongst themselves as well. The dean stood at his office's window and observed the commotion with interest for a long while.
Li Yi was growing mad with rage. She sorely regretted her actions, but her mind was determined. Once she had made up her mind, she wouldn't change it easily. The challenge inherent in her mission seemed to have exceeded her expectations, but Wang Baole's stare at her didn't escape her notice. She was confident she would succeed.
That disgusting fatty. I, Li Yi, am going to use you to cultivate my mystic art!
At present, Wang Baole was standing in his cruiser and heading towards the Battle-axe Hotel at full speed. He was equally furious and marveling at his own charms.
