Murong Day, who left suddenly during the lecture, stood respectfully beside an old man with a childish face.

The old man's name is Han Wu, the current dean of the Arowana Academy.

Dean Han stroked his ruler-long white beard and sighed, his expression a little reluctant.

After a while, he said to Murong Day: "Since you have already made a decision, the old man will not persuade much. ”

Murong Yan smiled and replied, "It's not a big deal. ”

Dean Han shook his head helplessly, as if he was a little regretful: "You are my most valued student. ”

Murong Tian's face turned solemn when he heard this, and he replied respectfully: "The student is ashamed of his high expectations for the dean. After speaking, he lowered his head, a hint of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and continued: "Some favors have to be repaid, and some revenge has to be repaid. ”

Dean Han saw a trace of his own shadow from him, and said with some sighs: "Your talent and understanding are much stronger than those of the old man back then, and your future achievements will inevitably be above me." ”

"Xiao Ye's comprehension is not bad, but I have suppressed some of it over the years, and when I break through to the merger period in the future, I will definitely not humiliate the golden sign of the academy."

"Compared to your brother, the old man still likes you more."

Murong Tian smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

Murong Yan was brought up by Dean Han, and he knew that although he looked elegant and easy-going, and his temperament was indifferent, he was a very assertive person, and it was difficult for others to interfere in what he decided.

Dean Han wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak for a while, and the two fell into silence for a while.

"The council is about to start, and the people should be almost there." After a moment, Murong Sun reminded.

Dean Han was stunned, sighed secretly, and smiled, "Let's go." ”

……

……

Zhang Han was a little embarrassed standing next to the seat that should have belonged to him.

For some reason, Mr. Xing stared at the nameplate engraved with Fu Linmen - Zhang Han with a strange expression.

Zhang Han can't sit or stand now, I don't know what attracts him to this nameplate.

After a while, Mr. Xing asked strangely, "Are you from Fulinmen?" ”

Zhang Han bowed slightly and replied: "The student is the current head of FLM. ”

The corners of Mr. Xing's mouth twitched, and he said: "That's right, my ancestor has a treasure of the Zhen clan - the Xingtian Hammer, which was borrowed by your Fulinmen six thousand years ago and has not been returned, do you know about it?" ”

Torture Hammer?

What the heck?!

Zhang Han was stunned when asked, he had never heard of such a thing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mr. Xing's face turned dark, and he said angrily: "What? Want to pay off? ”

Zhang Han hurriedly explained: "No, no, I really haven't heard of this. ”