"You are instructors of the academy. If you leave, what will happen to all the students? As role models, how can you act so rashly?" Dean Chen scolded.
"Dean..."
"An instructor must shoulder an instructor's responsibilities," Dean Chen said before anyone else could speak. "Beili's next generation depends on you."
Instructor Zhang pressed his lips together, and the other instructors exchanged glances.
"Go back up the mountain. Remember the rules of Lou Mountain, and do not meddle in the affairs of the Capital City."
Instructor Zhang glanced at the coffin. "Then... we'll escort our Little Martial Sister out of the city tomorrow."
"You cannot..."
"Dean, please just let us see our Little Martial Sister off."
"Dean, we want to do something for her too... Please don't send us away."
"Yes, Dean."
Dean Chen scanned the group and sighed softly. "Very well."
"Thank you, Dean."
