At the sight of Elder Luo's arrival, Wei Tong felt as if he were an inflated balloon pricked by a needle, his aura deflating instantaneously, and the overwhelming momentum with which he had rebuked Ye Changfeng weakened significantly.
His expression fierce but inner resolve fragile, he said, "Professor Luo, what do you mean by this!"
"So young yet hard of hearing? Do you need me to repeat myself?"
Elder Luo walked over and gave Wei Tong a sidelong glance.
From that casual look alone, a cold sweat broke out on Wei Tong's back.
He could bluff the aura of an orifice-transforming stage, but the problem was—it was just a bluff!
His actual cultivation level was still in the late stages of God Refining; he couldn't even beat Ye Changfeng, let alone Elder Luo, a notorious heavyweight.
That was a man who had once directly killed an SSR-level martial artist!
What was he, an SSR literary Daoist, in comparison?
"I am the dean now!" Wei Tong still emphasized, albeit with trepidation.
