Shock and indignation flashed across Yuan Bao's round face.
But instead of despair, a new expression took shape… a mixture of pity and simmering pride.
He lifted his chin slightly and regarded the passing students with eyes that burned, not with envy, but with judgment.
"You've gazed upon the True Dragon and mistaken it for a common earthworm," he muttered under his breath, low and scornful. "Remember this day. One day, you will regret underestimating me."
His mind whirred with determination. This slight would not stand.
He would prove, without a doubt, that he could command attention, respect, and admiration even from the most beautiful of women.
Then he looked toward Lin Feng, who was still observing the dispersing students from a distance, posture immaculate and commanding even from afar.
Yuan Bao studied every angle, every subtle movement of his teacher's stance and the way Lin Feng carried his presence, the calm authority radiating from every inch of him.
