"What did you say?"
Li Yao stared with wide-opened eyes; his face was full of astonishment.
Huang Tong pursed his lips as he disapprovingly said, "For crying out loud—isn't that obvious!? From the very beginning, our Grand Desolate War Institution's Refining Department was weak and was notorious as the worst department among the 'Nine Elite Universities'. The entire department was painstakingly supported by one person alone, who was none other than Professor Mo Xuan."
"Even if it was Professor Mo Xuan, he did not have any good reputation in the refiners' community, which is where he got the moniker 'Madman'!"
"Now, not only him but even a few slightly skilled and reputed professors and all the elite students have been killed by the explosion, leaving an associate professor along with rookies like us behind. Tell me, do you think our Refining Department has any future?"
"This—"
This was the very same problem Li Yao had also been thinking about.
