Everyone spontaneously looked at Jian Wuxin, who was obviously related to Ming Ze since she was waiting for an answer from him, but no one could guess what kind of answer she was waiting for.
The students who were the same age as her looked at her with eyes that sometimes trembled, nervous because of the slight suspicion they had.
Being stared at by so many people, Jian Wuxin still spoke.
"There is no such evil magic, it's better that no one keeps mentioning about it," she said with cold eyes, moving her sword slightly, and glancing at the scholar-like teacher.
The latter looked frightened, not daring to look directly at him.
However, he didn't look like he wanted to give up.
His eyes looked at the dean again.
"Dean, no matter what, he's still someone with an unclear background. We don't know what his intentions are, he could have evil plans for this academy," he said, continuing to try to resist Ming Ze.