A middle-aged man in a long gray robe appeared out of nowhere. He walked over to Wei Ziting's lackey, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, and squatted down to examine him.
Then, he frowned and said, "This arm is ruined. Even if it's set, he'll never be able to practice martial arts again. A shame for such a promising young talent..."
As he spoke, the man stood up and gave Xu Luo an icy glare. "So young, yet so vicious and cruel. To strike such a heavy blow... I have no idea what the Dean was thinking, letting a menace like you in."
"Cruel? A menace?" Xu Luo's eyebrow twitched. The way the middle-aged man was staring at him made him extremely uncomfortable.
It felt like being targeted by a venomous snake. The man was clearly powerful, but his words ignited Xu Luo's fury.
