As the middle-aged man's words came out, except for the headmaster and Tang Li, an unnatural look appeared on everyone's faces.
Everyone understood that even if the Lu Family did not have Lu Buhui, their strength was still exceedingly great—enough for them to completely suppress San Chuan School.
The reason they said all those things was simply because their pride had been wounded.
"Sigh, we've made a grave misjudgment. If we had fully supported Lu Buhui back then, the situation would've probably been vastly different now. It was easy to paint colors atop flowers, but to deliver coal in the midst of winter was an entirely different thing." The headmaster shook his head heavily and sighed.
The others also did not speak anymore, and followed him silently.
Inside the sealed chamber, Bei Feng sat cross-legged as a black pattern appeared across his chest. The pattern was exceedingly intricate, and a terrifying energy ripple surged from it.