After a simple discussion, the group of elders said a few reminders and dismissed the new students. As for the other secrets, they would discuss them in private.
From the beginning to the end, Feng Xiyu had not said a word. From the moment he appeared to the moment he left, not many people had looked at him. The glory of the past was no longer there, and his popularity was no longer there. This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, as if something that originally belonged to him had been snatched away.
He was Young Master Xiyu of the Five Elements Academy, a favored son of heaven who was loved by everyone. He was the only disciple of the Wind Emperor. He was someone who would go to the Divine Realm in the future and become a god.
Hence, no matter when or where, he had to be the most glorious person.
"Xue Fanxin, when I recover, let's see how long you can still be arrogant."
