As the students of the Xihai Martial Arts Academy roared, the school leadership convened a televised meeting.
The principal was displayed on the large screen, and the other school leaders were in the meeting room.
"You've probably heard about the matter already."
"For some reason, the Divine Text Bureau has suddenly expedited the establishment of the Divine Literature Academy, and there's word that they're not very satisfied with Xihai Martial Arts Academy."
"So I rushed to Xiongjing overnight to make a final attempt."
"Everyone should pool your ideas and find a way to keep the Divine Literature Academy within Xihai Martial Arts Academy's control."
"Xihai Martial Arts Academy cannot fall out of the Top Ten."
The gentle sunlight shone upon Rucheng.
After breakfast, Zhang Xinglie and Li Yuanhe returned home, while Zhou Leng went to Xu Qingjin's house.
