"Is this Zhao Ke? I'm Wang Huansheng, the dean of the Martial Arts Academy."
When Dean Wang's call connected, Zhao Ke's scalp tingled the moment he heard the voice.
"Bro... Bro... It's... it's the dean!"
He'd never been in a situation like this.
Forget the dean—even talking to his advisor on the phone made him feel awkward and terrified, too scared to say the wrong thing.
Shao Qianwen looked just as anxious. The situation had clearly spiraled far beyond what she'd imagined.
"Hello. I'm Zhao Ke's older brother."
Zhao Rui glanced at his younger brother. 'He still needs a lot of tempering,' he thought. 'He's young, inexperienced, and doesn't come from a powerful family, after all.'
'He'll get used to it once he's seen more of the world.'
The era where might made right for Martial Artists was already dawning.
"Hello. I've been partially briefed on the situation with Zhao Ke. I am deeply sorry that such a terrible incident occurred on campus..."
