Waking Up

The three elders of the Treasure Pavilion arrived first at the front gate of the Zhengyang Academy. They stood in mid-air, staring at the messy scene on the ground with displeased expressions, not saying a word.

Wang Juechen, the strongest among them, followed closely behind the three elders. He looked at Wang Shaoyuan lying on the ground with a stern face, filled with killing intent.

"Who dared to hurt my son!"

Wang Juechen's wild white hair fluttered in the wind. His stern gaze swept across the hollow spaces left by the shattered Spirit stone statues. Suddenly, he changed his angry expression from before and burst into laughter, "So that's how it is, hahaha! It turns out you three old guys had let Dan Chen escape from here long ago! Hahaha! I just didn't expect him to run into my son!"