"Ye Yunfeng! Are you alright?"
The Assistant Teacher asked, his face etched with worry.
Ye Yunfeng said nothing, his gaze cold as he stared ahead.
Feng Zhang strode forward and shouted sharply, "Murong Ye! What do you think you're doing!?"
At the furious shout, a collective shiver ran through the crowd.
Murong Ye's brow twitched, and his arrogant demeanor finally deflated a bit.
Although Feng Zhang wasn't of high rank, he was backed by the National Guardian General—someone Murong Ye couldn't afford to offend.
He flashed Feng Zhang an obsequious smile. "Lord Master, my sincerest apologies. My aim was off. I was trying to hit the target behind him, but this disobedient horse suddenly moved, and I... I swear, it wasn't on purpose!"
Feng Zhang's expression remained grim.
Everyone knew perfectly well who Murong Ye's arrow had actually been aimed at.
But if he refused to admit it, there was nothing anyone could do, especially since Ye Yunfeng wasn't actually injured.
