However, as soon as Cui Zhixing heard the na Mu Hanyan, calculations imdiately began ticking in his mind. From what he had picked up in conversations with Pang Dezong, Pang harbored a deep hatred for Mu Hanyan, grinding his teeth in animosity yet unable to deal with her, and now a handle had been delivered straight to him. By ingratiating himself with the future head of the Zhengying Academy, his prospects were limitless.
"Mu Hanyan, do you realize your mistake?" Pang Dezong stroked his beard, looking down from high above with a stern face as he asked. Yet inside, he was bursting with joy, considering how he might punish Mu Hanyan and if he could sohow sche to reclaim the Divine Artifact as well.
Zhao Sinin looked at Mu Hanyan with an expression that could devour soone whole; he had not received any news of Fourth Miss Zhao, how could he not hate Mu Hanyan?
At this mont, Mo Yanhong also understood that Pang Dezong had so unknown grudge against Mu Hanyan and was about to take action against her. Perfect! He eagerly spoke up, "Lord Dean, this Mu Hanyan is the epito of a playboy, vile and violent. He has committed too many atrocities, bullying both n and won, and today, relying on the strength of his subordinates, he went as far as to brutally break the arms and legs of several of my guards. I hope the Lord Dean will see justice done for ."
The fuck? Does this guy have no sha? Jin Yuguang was fuming as he listened from behind. This man truly knew how to twist the truth, turning black into white. Why didn’t he ntion that he was the one who viciously attacked first, ready to break limbs at the slightest disagreent, and ended up having a taste of his own dicine, yet now claid others were malicious. What fucking gall! Jin Yuguang cursed inwardly.
Mu Hanyan hadn’t even spoken when suddenly, a person dressed in black erged from behind her. With a clear and pleasant voice, he echoed Pang Dezong’s na, "Pang Dezong, do you realize your mistake?"
It was a word-perfect parroting of Pang Dezong’s earlier statent.
The people around were taken aback, then wanted to burst into laughter. How could soone be so absurd, not just bucking the acting dean of Zhengying Academy but also audaciously using his exact words against him? This was truly hilarious.
Pang Dezong too couldn’t help but sneer, looking at the man in black as if he was witnessing a monuntal joke.
"How Mu Hanyan conducts herself, I know far better than you. If you wish to slander her in the future, you’ll have to get through first, alright?" The man in black continued to speak slowly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it reached every person present.
"Who do you think you are, speaking so brazenly? Do you know who I am? I am..." Pang Dezong began arrogantly, ready to list his nurous titles, such as the acting dean of Zhengying Academy and the Court Alchemist, among others.
Mo Yanhong and others were preparing to laugh heartily, scoffing at this man’s presumptuousness as he tried to curry favor with Pang Dezong, when they saw Pang suddenly stiffen, his forehead beading with cold sweat, which quickly turned into a waterfall. Pale-faced, Pang managed to squeeze out a few words after a long pause, "I-I have matters to attend to and must leave. Young Master Mu is clear as wind, bright as the moon, and I believe would not commit such heinous deeds. I have urgent matters to attend to..."
The reason for his reaction was simple: the man in black had flipped his hand, revealing a Token for Pang to see. Of course, it was shown only to Pang, but that was enough.
"Since you’re busy, we won’t keep you," the man in black interrupted Pang Dezong.
"Yes, indeed, goodbye, goodbye. I have an urgent matter, so I must be off," Pang Dezong replied, clearly relieved at the man’s words, hurrying off with Zhao Sinin without another word, not even a glance toward anyone else present.
What...
What the hell just happened?
What about the grandstanding, the high and mighty act, the severe punishnt of Mu Hanyan that was promised?
And just like that, he ran? Ran like his ass was on fire?
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