Ancestor Li San became agitated as he reached this point, struggling vehemently in the net, and bellowed, "You bastards, what the hell are you doing? That man surnamed Su is the descendant of that thief, and yet you still help him? What exactly are you trying to say? Do you realize that by doing this, you're abetting tyranny, how can you be worthy of Su Zhan?"
Everyone's expressions turned somewhat awkward, and the Dean glanced at him and said softly, "The mistakes his father made are his father's business, not so much related to him. We help him, and it isn't because of whose descendant he is. We help him because he too has given something very important to Qinghe Academy!"
"For a little petty profit, you can do such things? Qinghe Academy, pah, you bunch of hypocritical fame-seekers pretending to be gentlemen!" Ancestor Li San cursed vehemently.