"The opening was not by Su Yu, but by an old man with white hair, thin body, dressed in white, a man who resembled an elder on a cross, with only a pair of eyes, fragile, profound, experienced, intelligent, fond of challenging the noble pride of the world, Happiness Film Academy. When he spoke, there was a personal style. Amidst the turmoil, with a calming force, he made all doubts cease, as if he were the Martial Arts Academy's decree, and the ministers submitted."
When Xue Rong saw the old man, like a rat seeing a cat, his heart trembled, his face composed himself, and he respectfully said, "Dean."
When all the students heard this term, there seemed nothing greater than the Dean of the Martial Arts Academy, who spoke roughly yet respectfully, "Dean."
The great breathing was gathering, and his spirit orb moved like an ordinary old man, but who would dare to underestimate him? The Dean of Martial Arts Academy had to be strong and unfathomable.
