One disciple coughed and quickly cupped his fists, backing away.
"I… have other matters to attend to. Sorry, Head Disciple!"
"Come to think of it, my friend asked me to help him with practising his technique."
Another followed. Then another.
Soon, everyone was already moving down the steps of the Cloud Pavilion, glancing back over their shoulders, both fearful and curious.
They consoled themselves with the thought that it was Fang Jinyan who had provoked this great disaster—they had no part in it.
Finally, only Bai Zihan, Fang Jinyan, and Kong Zhanhong remained.
Kong Zhanhong wanted nothing more than to run away, but doing so would mean offending Fang Jinyan.
So, despite his instincts screaming at him to flee, he forced himself to stay.
By then, Fang Jinyan was fuming with anger.
His authority as Head Disciple had been trampled by Bai Zihan, and he had lost a great deal of face.
In the future, it would be difficult for him to command the same respect he once held.
