Zhao Rong knew it would turn out this way.
There he stood in front of the grand hall, his foot that a second ago was ready to step back to avoid attention, slowly returned to its original position.
Zhao Rong silently tugged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the Shuaixing Hall students who were all eyes on him.
Truly a group of good students who respect and honor their teachers.
They had never disappointed him in this regard.
Zhao Rong nodded lightly, facing the varied gazes of everyone inside the Academy, stepped forward nonchalantly into Shuaixing Hall.
At the same time, he met the eyes of this suddenly appearing but currently indifferent unfamiliar woman.
This was a middle-aged woman of about forty years old.
She had a decent appearance, with slight laughter lines by her nose, and one could tell she must have been quite beautiful in her youth.
It was just a pity that her expression was too stern, too serious, which gave off an unapproachable vibe.
