Ye Futian had been forcefully taken to the Blazing Sun School, though he had not put up a fight. His cooperation made him seem sincere and genuine, and there was a chance that everything he had said about the inheritance was true. But the human heart was complicated, and it was implausible that Ye Futian would willingly give up the divine light.
It was obvious that Ye Futian was aware of his circumstances and adapting to it in a bid to save his own life. Yang Ding, the college chief of the Blazing Sun School, could tell this as well. But in truth, he wasn't intending to kill Ye Futian. Doing that would be as good as declaring war.
"Let me feel the divine light of the sun that the saint passed down." Yang Ding's face was radiant as the sun, and a hush fell over the place. All eyes were on Ye Futian.
"Yes, senior," Ye Futian nodded, and a streak of the sun's dazzling divine light was sent towards Yang Ding.
