Cao Tong leaned on his walking stick, standing under the eaves with a face full of anxious and somewhat pale expressions.
"Personally, I think we should perhaps disperse our disciples."
The thirty-something Wei Ping, sitting by a stone table, suddenly spoke up, his face written with sorrow.
As soon as these words came out, several people frowned.
"Third Brother, what do you mean!"
Lin Xiaoyun, who had rested for two days and had already recovered her energy, was dressed in a red palace dress. Upon hearing this, her phoenix eyes slightly squinted with a hint of anger.
Beside her, Zhao Tingxiao wore the same expression. It was only two days ago that they managed to safely return to Nanjiang, thanks to Lin Hao bringing personnel from the security company.
Unexpectedly, the situation within the school was more severe than they had anticipated.
"I didn't mean that, Junior Sister Lin."
With a sorrowful expression, he forced a bitter smile.
