C894 Turbulent Undercurrent

In the back mountain of Navy Tide Academy, Mo Qingcheng was sitting in a pavilion, boiling tea. Shui Tianlan stood at the side, worry written all over his face. He couldn't help but ask after seeing the calm expression on the woman's face, "Senior, can the academy really not interfere in this matter?"

Although Shui Tianlan was the dean of the outer court, his authority was limited. Sometimes