Teacher.
This was a term that cast a profound shadow over Zhao Longtu.
Zhao Longtu harbored no resentment over being instantly defeated by Xue Jing; in fact, he might even admire the other's strength and ability, marveling at his possession of such high martial prowess at a similar age to himself.
But as soon as he learned that the other party bore the title 'Teacher,' the image of 'Xue Jing' in Zhao Longtu's mind began to ooze black sludge, and that face, which had previously been sketched lightly with an air of an expert, became a sinister and eerie sneer.
"I'm not going."
Zhao Longtu jumped off the bed and walked to the window of the infirmary, reaching out to flip it open.
"Teachers are all just pretending to be virtuous, but in their hearts, they're constantly scheming how to manipulate their students... I've had enough, I won't be deceived again."
He put his foot on the windowsill and turned to glance at Cao Sini.
