Zhang Yang puffed out his chest. In that moment, he was the king of the world. He saw Han Chuxue's feet move gracefully as she walked toward the back of the Dao Field, in a straight line, right toward him.
'As a handsome man, I can't give up the entire forest for a single tree,' he thought. 'But if it's Han Chuxue, I'll accept my fate. Goodbye, forest.'
But Zhang Yang soon realized something was wrong. Han Chuxue's gaze wasn't on him, but on the person next to him. Their eyes weren't meeting.
Wang Meng and Han Chuxue's gazes were locked.
Everyone stared at this scene, dumbfounded. Zhan Yingluo's heart pounded with anxiety. 'This is bad,' she thought. 'Is Fairy Han going to throw Wang Meng out?'
"Heh, that kind of scum should be kicked out. It'll save this lecture from being tainted."
"Who is Fairy Han? She doesn't tolerate any impurity. What does it matter if he's from the Wang Family?"
"I feel sick just looking at him. A disgusting hooligan like him should go to hell."
