Cultivating The Thunder Body

"It is my academy, you don't tell me what to do." The sweet but fierce voice of the Dean rebuked.

Heading this, the old man slowly shook his head. "If only your father were still here."

The strikingly gorgeous face of the Dean which was previously filled with and hatred suddenly stiffened as the hatred in her eyes softened slightly.

"Humph!"

The young lady snorted coldly moving her dainty hand over her piece, she moved it three paces forward, like a captain marching her army into her battlefield.

"You can't expect me to leave him be after everything he's done."

"Athena, a lady shouldn't be so fierce. You might die old and alone."

"It's way better then having to live with you stinky men. I'm killing him once he's out of the academy."

The old man couldn't help but chuckle. "Can you afford to move out of the academy during this period?"