"Hmph, you unruly commoner from the Broken Ring. You look honest enough on a normal day, but you're actually cunning and deceitful."
"Ten stalks of Blood Jade Spirit Ginseng are worth over four hundred thousand Spiritual Essence Coins. If you hand over the money you got from selling the Spiritual Materials, I might go easy on you this time!"
The long-bearded old man reprimanded coldly.
"Teacher, I really didn't steal the Blood Jade Spirit Ginseng."
Mu Qingqing's eyes welled with tears as she pleaded helplessly.
"You were in charge of that Spiritual Materials Land! Even if you didn't steal them, you're still responsible!"
The long-bearded old man's voice was sharp and severe.
After speaking, he raised the long whip in his hand.
The classroom fell silent. Many students wore expressions of pity, but two young men looked on as if enjoying a good show.
