Thinking this, Ye Wen quickened his pace towards the Alchemy Institute.
Watching Zhiyan leave helplessly, the crowd had not yet recovered when they saw Ye Wen, clad in a dark cyan robe, approaching from outside the door with a dark expression. His silver-gray pupils were sharp and profound, and his gaze fell on the crowd restlessly.
"What's happened?" His gaze swept over the crowd, and he radiated an aura of authority as he narrowed his eyes and asked.
"I knew it would come to this." Ling Leng's heart skipped a beat, silently praying that the wrath of Sage Ye Wen wouldn't affect them innocent bystanders.
"Just now, someone was badmouthing Miss Zhiyan." The burly young man held his breath as he spoke reverently.
"Who? What did they say?" Ye Wen cut straight to the chase with his usual indifference.
"Wang Miaomiao, she said..." The young man hesitated, finding it hard to continue and looked at Sage Ye Wen with apprehension.
