The journey back for Lin Feng and his group was an awkward one.
They sat together in the carriage, the atmosphere unusually tense and quiet until it was suddenly broken.
"Young Master Lin Feng… how could you do this to me?" Ye Jian's voice trembled. "Haven't I always been faithful? You know how much I like you, right?"
Her eyes were misty, tears threatening to spill at any moment.
She was clearly completely drunk unlike her usual composed self.
For a cultivator of her level, it would have taken an absurd amount of alcohol to leave her in such a state.
It would have taken at least an entire swimming pool of liquor to get her this wasted.
Lin Feng sighed softly, shaking his head.
"It's not appropriate for teachers like us to be involved in that way, Teacher Ye Jian. Please mind your actions," he said calmly.
His tone remained steady, his boundaries firm.
No matter the situation, he had no intention of crossing that line with a fellow teacher.
