The Grand Hall was bustling with activity.
The students were all chatting amongst themselves.
Zhao Chi was completely surrounded, with students all expressing their shock and admiration.
"Move!"
A cold voice called out.
The surrounding students turned, saw it was Cao Feng, and voluntarily parted to form a path.
Behind Cao Feng were four others: Zheng He, Kong Xiang, Shi Juan, and Li Ke.
They looked menacing.
Yang Xiong held out an arm to block them. "What do you think you're doing? This is the academy. You dare cause trouble here?"
Cao Feng snorted. "Fucking hell, I know how to accept a loss. Yang Xiong, you're not qualified to talk to me. I'm here for Zhao Chi."
Yang Xiong lowered his arm. "Oh? So you *do* know how to accept a loss, Cao Feng? Isn't that just because you signed an agreement? Do you even dare *not* to accept it?"
