Feng Hao naturally sized up the group before him. Other than 'unfathomable,' he had no other impression.
However, the state of the head dean, Xuchang, struck him as rather odd. His left arm was wrapped in bandages, his right hand rested on a cane, the swelling on his face had yet to go down, and a few of his once-perfect teeth were now missing. He looked utterly pathetic.
Seeing Xuchang's sorry state, Feng Hao really wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, not in a situation like this.
'Damn, how hard did West Moon Ridge hit him? It's been almost a month and he still looks like this.' Feng Hao clicked his tongue inwardly. Picturing the scene of Xuchang getting thrashed, he couldn't help but shudder.
Facing the stares of several masters, Feng Hao showed not a hint of intimidation, casually taking a seat to the side.
Seeing Feng Hao's insolence, Elder Yun was somewhat displeased. She frowned coldly but didn't say anything.
