"I hope you can, protect it well!"
Li Xiaoqiang heard the words of the Guardian God, and his brow instantly furrowed. Not long after, he saw an elderly figure suddenly appear in front of him. This elder was hunched over, with graying hair and wrinkled skin, looking as if he could die at any moment.
He held a cane in his hand, his eyes were lifeless. When the Vice Dean and Dean saw this elder, they both bowed and said, "Hello, Guardian."
The expressions in their eyes showed complete reverence, genuine, without a hint of falsehood.
The elder's hair was long, resembling a broom.
At this moment, this Guardian listened to the two deans and nodded slightly, saying, "You may rise."
