As soon as Cyril's figure disappeared from the academy gate protectors' line of sight, they returned to their positions, no longer displaying their fierce expressions.
At this moment, one of the gate protectors, wielding a spear, frowned and commented in puzzlement: "Who was that just now?"
"Does it matter who he was? Any intruder in the academy grounds has to be eliminated or dismissed. That was the rule. It's already good enough that we didn't attack him." His fellow gate protector, who wielded a long sword, coldly replied.
"Of course, I know that. But that's not what I meant."
The spear-wielding gate protector shook his head and said: "He clearly looked weaker, barely in the Rank 1 plane. Let alone us, even a wild chicken could kill him, but he still dared to come here to register, not to mention his old age?"
"What do you mean by old age?"
