Feng Zhenyu's eyes flickered with a cold gleam as he shouted, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
"Feng Ying!"
The next moment, Feng Zhenyu retracted that aura, speaking coldly.
A figure in black clothing appeared eerily in front of Feng Zhenyu, half-kneeling on the ground, and said, "My King!"
"What has Elder Jiao been up to recently?"
Feng Zhenyu asked.
"Nothing, he's been staying in that place without coming out, and the matters of Fengyun Academy have always been handled by the five vice-deans!"
The black-clothed figure spoke with a tone of coldness and indifference.
"Keep a close watch on him, inform me immediately of any developments!"
Feng Zhenyu said gravely.
"My King, why don't we just deal with him... After all, his heart has always been with the Yun Family!"
The black-clothed figure made a throat-slitting gesture.
