Su Yang hadn't stayed long at Qinghe Academy when the Lord of the North hurried over.
The expression on the Lord of the North's face seemed quite awkward. As he arrived, he directly went to see the dean first.
Seeing the dean lying comatose on the bed, the Lord of the North's face turned extremely grim. He sighed and turned to Su Yang, "How is the dean's injury?"
Su Yang glanced at him coldly, "Although the dean's cultivation is not as high as the Heavenly Court Master, you all know how powerful he is. With such minor injuries, how could he be in a coma for so long?"
Facing Su Yang's anger, the Lord of the North could only sigh again, his face full of helplessness.
"This time, it was indeed our Heavenly Court's oversight. The Immortal Elder asked me to come primarily to apologize to you all!" The Lord of the North bowed deeply, his expression serious.
Su Yang's expression changed little; he was no fool. He certainly knew that the Lord of the North was merely putting on an act.
