"Look, you're panicking again."
Jiang Lu, eyeing the black pipe that was nearly burnt through, displayed an unprecedented calm.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"I know people in the Exorcist Guild, no big deal—I'll ask them what's up first," he said.
As he spoke, Jiang Lu walked aside to have an in-depth conversation with the person on the other end of the line.
Watching Jiang Lu's back, the principal was momentarily lost in thought.
He realized that at some point, Jiang Lu was no longer the kid who only knew to ask him what to do when he got into trouble.
Now he had his own network and was capable of handling things on his own.
Maybe he no longer needed his protection...
Soon, Jiang Lu hung up the call and returned to the principal's side.
Noticing the principal's odd expression, Jiang Lu felt a bit puzzled, "Old man, what's with the constipated look?"
