Cultivation? Impossible. Not in this lifetime, not ever.
Although the Dean was wielding a sword to chop at him, Chen Pingping still refused to submit, his pride unyielding, preferring death to capitulation.
「Night fell!」
Only then did the two of them quiet down. The Dean, dragging the half-dead Chen Pingping, brought him to a secluded spot deep within the academy. He looked up at the night sky and sighed softly, "I'm doing this for your own good!"
Nonsense! Chen Pingping thought, swallowing a few Spirit Pills to rapidly heal his injuries. He then said, "I suspect you're doing this on purpose."
"His Majesty suspects you," the Dean said.
"..."
This was a serious matter. If Chen Pingping's identity were revealed, he would no longer have a place to call home within the Spirit Realm.
Chen Pingping looked at him, and for a moment, didn't know what to say.
His thoughts were in disarray.
