Faction disciples soliciting knowledge from a civilian academy is as absurd as billionaires begging disaster victims for money.
The trembling Du Ting, after persuading and arranging for Lei Dong and Zhu Huolong at the Unparalleled Courtyard, rushed to the dean's office at the top of the academy like his tail was on fire.
"Dean, it's a big trouble, a big trouble, Dean!"
Like a hurricane that swung open the dean's office door, Du Ting cried out anxiously.
"Calm down."
Sitting behind the desk, Tang Luo raised his head and said to the flustered Du Ting, "With me here, the sky won't fall. Take your time, what's the matter?"
Infected by Tang Luo's composure, Du Ting caught his breath and relayed the requests of Lei Dong and Zhu Huolong, then took out two sets of Yellow Rank magical techniques from his arms and placed them on the desk in front of him.
