"But just because the Academic Palace is honored as the First Academy, you elders get to strut around all pleased with yourselves?"
"And just because this old man spends years in seclusion, with no time to manage the Academic Palace's affairs, you decide you can ignore me altogether?"
"Forget it." Dean Huoo shook his head.
"This old man truly has no time to concern himself with the Academic Palace's affairs."
"After the Ancient Emperor's Tomb, when the Heavenly Talents who are tempering themselves outside return, this old man will lay down the post of Dean, and you can choose another."
"Old Dean, absolutely not." The faces of the elders all changed drastically.
"My mind is made up. No need to say more." Dean Huoo shook his head.
To him, the disciples he had taught in his life were spread all under heaven.
The Martial Artists who had come to seek his guidance, and whom he had personally instructed, were countless.
