Wu Yi's voice broke, and the trembling of old age in his speech was deeply moving.
The Dean furrowed his brows slightly and cast a faint glance at him, "Indeed, all of Shen Ran's Mortal-grade Pills have been used up; the last one was taken by me to administer to my disciple. It's also true that he has broken his hand, which I witnessed myself when he stumbled over a pebble and broke it."
Wu Yi's expression froze, and he looked up in astonishment at the Dean's not-so-pleasant face.
A stone caused him to break his hand? If you're going to lie, at least find a better excuse—this is just too exaggerated! That's clearly nonsense!
Yet from this, Wu Yi derived an outcome.
The Dean was shielding Shen Ran!
Why?
"By the way, Wu Yi..."
The voice from above brought Wu Yi back to his senses. He hurriedly looked up, hope in his gaze, "Dean, is there anything else?"
