"It's an instructor from the academy."
The crowd around them suddenly startled and immediately fell silent, each returning to their respective places in line with utmost obedience.
"Instructor?"
Zhao Letian furrowed his eyebrows slightly and, taking Mu Lei with him, headed towards another queue. He was incapable of contending against a Sect Martial Realm powerhouse, and least of all wished to provoke an instructor from the academy.
Seeing that order had been restored, the instructor turned and left.
"Kid, you just wait, this isn't over."
"That's right, we'll see."
After the instructor left, Bai Dongyi and the fat boy Rong both had a sinking expression and looked Coldly towards Zhao Letian, threatening.
"Anytime you wish."
Zhao Letian stood with his hands behind his back, showing no fear.
"Hahaha, two noble wastes, with no strength to show for it and still have the nerve to threaten others. You noble scions are really something."
