"Turns out it's the Divine Son."
To everyone's surprise, the Grand Elder of the academy not only did not show anger but instead revealed a smile that was more awkward than crying, slightly cupping his hands in greeting to Jun Xiaoyao.
He had been warned by the academy's president and vice president not to provoke the Jun family's Divine Son, treating him like a plague god—keeping as far away as possible.
However, seeing the two injured Holy Sons, the Grand Elder had no choice but to step forward, bracing himself.
Watching the dignified Holy Master treat Jun Xiaoyao with such courtesy, the various factions' cultivators around them couldn't help but murmur in amazement.
"Grand Elder..." the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others turned pale.
They had just been relieved that the Grand Elder would advocate for them.
But now, the Grand Elder was even more cowardly.