A man with an explosive hairstyle flew out from the flying dust around.
The originally white brocade robe was scorched yellow.
His graying hair was frizzy.
His face was half white and half black, looking like someone who crawled out from under the stove.
It was faintly recognizable that it was the Dean himself.
The Dean was very angry.
But constrained by his status, he couldn't curse.
He grabbed Shang Yanting, frowned as he scrutinized him twice, and then flew into the air, planning to throw this unlucky disciple down the mountain.
"Dean, we are here!"
"Teacher, we are here!"
"Dean, help!"
An excited chorus of shouts rang out; it was the senior brothers who were separated from Shang Yanting.
Shang Yanting was at the bottom, they were just on a higher level.
The excited voices of the senior brothers and second brothers appeared, waving to the Dean who flew up, and became even more excited upon seeing Shang Yanting beside him.
