"He Tianwei, what do you want to do? If you're dissatisfied, go to the academy, don't stand here blocking the way!"
Yun Tao shouted angrily, his gaze toward He Tianwei filled with icy coldness.
"Go to the academy? The dean and the four Great Elders, along with the two supervising elders, all stand by you. What good is it for us to go to the academy?"
With sarcasm, He Tianwei looked at Yun Tao and the others: "Look, the dean's son, Elder Wine-crazed's two disciples, with such connections, would the academy cancel the rewards because of our advice?"
"No!"
A cold voice sounded, and a somber old man appeared beside everyone.
"Elder Sang!"
"Elder Sang!"
A group of disciples bowed and saluted Sang Zhenye.
Sang Zhenye coldly looked at He Tianwei and said sternly: "Are you dissatisfied with the academy?"
He Tianwei's expression slightly changed. He gritted his teeth and thought quickly before nodding heavily: "Yes, I think the academy is unjust!"
