Seventh Slap (8)
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Nangong Xu's face was already bathed in a layer of cold sweat. He had reported everything single detail faithfully to the Headmaster and the Vice Headmaster that day. Although he was not in complete agreement with the way the two Headmasters had dealt with the matter, it was nevertheless beyond his position to interfere.
Nangong Xu was still agonising on how to formulate a suitable response when he noticed Long Qi's hand that was clasped around the handle of the sword hanging from his hip suddenly tensed, and that two inches of the gleaming steel had been exposed above the scabbard!
The insinuation was clear.
Nangong Xu gulped.
He had no choice but to truthfully relate all the events that had taken place that day in front of everybody. He repeated what he had reported previously, word for word, without changing a single syllable.