"Teacher, what should we do?"
In a small red building, a delicate girl stood at the entrance, looking in the direction of the academy. Her face was filled with worry. "They're about to start fighting."
In the attic, a man in white sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, as still as a statue.
Seeing that such a major incident had occurred and her teacher had not reacted in the slightest, the girl stamped her foot anxiously. "If he dies, no one will be able to stop Lord Chi Ming. Then, Great Zhou will be finished."
Finally, the man in white spoke. "He will not die. No one dares to take his sword."
That sword, in the world, no one can stop it.
Even if the world knows that the dean is seriously injured, as long as he has a breath left, no one dares to act wildly in Divine City.
Even Lord Chi Ming, does not wish to take another one of his swords.
