"The prefect is really humorous!" Wan Tiansheng remained completely calm as he said, "I was only practicing earlier! I can't let Marquis Xia and the others see through my performance during the ceremony! Zhou Potian? That’s a crafty old fox! I am unwilling to associate myself with the likes of him!" 2

"Heh." Xia Longwu sneered. "Let Zhou Potian know what he said."1

He looked at the old man to the left. The old man laughed. Looking at Zheng Ping, he said, "Principal Zheng, take charge of that. Do not miss a single word of what Principal Wan said about Prefect Zhou."0

Zheng Ping had a dark expression. He remained silent.0

Xia Longwu ignored them and started walking away as he said, "It's settled, then. The Martial Dragon Guards will withdraw. The divine skywing race will pay a price for that. I'll enter seclusion. The day I leave seclusion is the day I use the divine skywing race to test my blade." 0

The others voiced their agreement. Nobody objected.0

Wan Tiansheng's face was brimming with a smile. Before leaving, he glanced at Zheng Ping and sighed, "It truly is a waste of time to talk...0