"Go straight into the Inner Mountain? Is this a joke? Who made this decision? Old Dan, tell me, was it that bastard Dilaka? Hmph, even if it was that bastard, I, Old Zhu, would never agree to this! This is blatant favoritism! I will never bow to corruption…"
As Elder Zhu ranted, the faces of the mature woman and Shan Qiuhen darkened. Shan Qiuhen coughed dryly twice and said softly, "Ahem… Elder Zhu, the one who made this decision wasn't Old Di. It was the Dean."
"What Dean? I don't care who it is. Anyone engaging in favoritism must be sent to the Holy Punishment Field… Huh? Who did you just say?" In the middle of his passionate, righteous tirade, Elder Zhu suddenly froze and turned to stare blankly at Shan Qiuhen.
Shan Qiuhen suppressed a laugh and said with a straight face, "The Dean."
"Wha—?! The… the Dean?"
