Huang Quan looked at the members of the Qin family and said, “What are you waiting for? He’s not dead yet.”
Qin family members: “…”
Were they supposed to wait until he was dead?
Qin San’s trusted subordinates looked at the teachers with an unpleasant expression and said, “Our Third Master is dying, and you’re just standing there watching?”
The teachers were also quite helpless. While Nangong Mian was a student of the academy, his direct master was Ming Zhao, and he had gone out some days ago and hadn’t returned. Without Ming Zhao present, they were hesitant to take action against Nangong Mian. If they punished him severely and then Ming Zhao came back and held them accountable, what would they do?
But if they didn’t take action, it would also be difficult to explain to the Qin family.
This situation was indeed a dilemma, and the teachers didn’t want to get involved. So from the moment Huang Quan arrived until she severely injured Qin San, there had been a standoff between Qin San and Huang Quan, and the teachers remained silent.
“The dean is here!”
“They’ve brought the elder from the dean’s residence with them.”
Just as the teachers were contemplating how to resolve this situation, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the academy. When they heard the voices from outside, the teachers present collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
With the dean’s arrival, they would no longer have to deal with this matter.
Everyone in the academy turned their heads to the entrance upon hearing that the dean had arrived.
The dean hurriedly entered the scene, accompanied by the elder from the dean’s residence. As soon as they entered, they saw Ye Qin standing beside Nangong Mian. Upon seeing Ye Qin, the dean was so shocked that he stumbled and almost fell.
Why was this ancestor here?
Ye Qin cast a deep, mysterious gaze at the dean and then averted his eyes as if he had never seen the dean before.
The dean was left feeling perplexed, with even more questions in his mind.
When the dean received the news that Huang Quan had killed Qin Qianqian, he was left with a question mark in his mind.
Nangong Mian was a genius, well-known within the academy, and the teachers were all very attentive to him. Therefore, they were aware of Huang Quan’s situation as well. The entire academy knew that Huang Quan had no spiritual roots and was unable to cultivate martial power. So, how had she managed to kill Qin Qianqian?
Before the dean could understand the situation, news arrived that the Qin family had come to the academy looking to cause trouble, seeking revenge for Qin Qianqian. Without any delay, the dean immediately returned from outside.
With the previous situation unresolved and now this ancestor showing up again…
As the dean walked toward the place where the teachers were standing, he discreetly used his peripheral vision to glance at Ye Qin, trying to figure out why Ye Qin was here.
Even when the dean walked up to the teachers, Ye Qin didn’t spare him a glance, leaving the dean puzzled. He had no choice but to address the current situation.
“Dean, you’ve come at the right time!”
Upon seeing the dean, the Qin family members immediately spoke, “Our young miss was killed in the academy, and our Third Master was seriously injured by people from your academy. As the dean, shouldn’t you provide us with an explanation?”
After listening to the Qin family’s statement, the dean furrowed his brows and looked at Huang Quan. When he saw Qin San, who had been stepped on by Huang Quan, the dean couldn’t help but shake his head several times in his mind. This was truly a sorry state.
A sixth-grade spirit master, how had he been bullied by a girl without spiritual roots to this extent?
After assessing Qin San’s pitiful condition, the dean turned his attention to Huang Quan and asked, “Nangong girl, was it really you?”
Huang Quan had always been known by her name, Huang Quan, without the addition of “Nan Gong.” However, due to Nangong Mian, the elderly referred to her as “Nangong girl” instead of Huang Quan.
Out of respect for her elders, Huang Quan was willing to go along with it. Hearing the dean’s question, she nodded and said, “Yes, it was me.”
The dean immediately inquired, “How did you do it?”
The members of the Qin family remained silent, wondering “Shouldn’t the question be why instead?”
