"Hmph."
Looking at Li Ang and Yong Hongzhong as they strolled away, the faces of the noble youths darkened.
One of them snorted coldly, muttering, "Putting on airs, aren't they? If you didn't know better, you'd think he was the prime minister's son."
"Enough."
Chou Jinghuan glanced at him and said, "Let's wait for the exam results. If he passes, so be it. If he doesn't…"
"What happens if he doesn't?"
A middle-aged man's voice suddenly arose nearby, startling Chou Jinghuan, who turned to find a middle-aged man. He had a gaunt face, a mustache resembling the character "eight," a smile on his face, and he wore a gown shirt—its left sleeve particularly long, completely covering his left hand.
"Mr. Yang Yu."
Chou Jinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly cupped his hands in a salute, and the noble youths beside him also respectfully bowed.
Xi Yangyu, one of the Academic Palace Directors, a Candle Cloud Realm Telekinesis Master.
