Dao Master She Shenji
"Are you a demonic cultivator?" Lyle's heart skipped the moment he heard that question. He glanced at the Dean, he had undergone two tribulations, he should be very strong. He peeked at the middle-aged man that was sitting near the old Dean. He should be in the Late Dao flowering or had undergone one tribulation.
Could he take them? If he had comprehended the Thousand Ghost Corpse Skill, perhaps he would have enough strength to leave with Raizel.
No. He reprimanded himself, saying that skill was just too dangerous, what if he could not control it and Raizel would have to put him down the same way he did his friend. That would be very terrible.
"I am not." Raizel's voice did not have any inflation. Its calmness bringing back Lyle's rationality. What was he thinking?
They were in the chancellor's office, in the centre of the Solitary Mist Academy. If he had made a move here, he would be dead even before he could say Jack Robinson.