At this moment, Wang Zhenfeng's hand was trembling slightly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were full of resentment as he looked at Ye Qingtian.
Qin Lingyue and Han Xiong were in disbelief.
"Could it be... Instructor Wang suffered a hidden loss?"
"Impossible! Instructor Wang is a Middle-Tier Martial God, especially with those hands—capable of splitting mountains with a single strike!"
"He slapped Ye Qingtian on the shoulder; surely he could have broken his shoulder bone! But now..."
Qin Lingyue and Han Xiong looked shocked.
At this moment, Wang Zhenfeng, smiling, said, "You Ruo, you guys chat first, we'll go over there and take a look, and then come back later."
After receiving a response, Instructor Wang hurriedly turned and left.
As he turned, cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a torrent.
His palm was visibly trembling.
"Lingyue, Han Xiong, let's go quickly!"
They left the Library Pavilion, and Instructor Wang could no longer hold back.
