"It's okay, Ziyu." Zhu Yourong interrupted casually and calmly, saying seriously, "I am a teacher at the Academy. When students encounter difficulties outside, I am responsible for dispatching Nascent Soul to rescue them—all for the Academy."
Zhao Rong's expression was slightly blank, and he couldn't help but look at the female teacher in front of him who had slightly raised her chin again.
No, why are you being so formal and distant again? Can't we just communicate normally?
Zhao Rong nodded, looking at her, "Oh, is that so? Then Mr. Zhu, you must have come quite quickly; the other Academy teachers are still behind..."
Zhu Yourong remained calm and composed, "I have the Wind of Joy at my disposal, so of course, I'm fast. Didn't Ziyu say before that with great power comes great responsibility? That's exactly it."
