"You must know the family has paid a huge price to make you the dean. If a major affair is delayed, I cannot bear the cost, and you... cannot afford it."
After saying this, the elder in the red robe finally turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on his son Chen Chen, speaking thus.
The lion-haired man, upon hearing this, finally became serious and said in a deep voice, "I never wanted to be this 'blame-taking' dean, but you forced me... Anyway, it's done. I have nothing to say. But in the future, how things will be done. You, including you, must listen to me."
"Chen — Chen! You..." The elder in the red robe became furious, but before he could utter his reprimand, he saw the unusually serious look in his son's eyes, and suddenly couldn't continue.
"...Fine, everything will be up to you! But before the next Hundred Academies Competition starts, you must officially take over as the dean of the Taoist Academy, no matter what."
