C103 Chapter 103

Professor Feng listened, frowned at once, and let out a long sigh. He pulled out the wooden wheel tablet. The Tenth Hall quickly took it and looked—sure enough, there was a scratch across it, perfectly covering the spot where the next divine envoy should’ve been marked.

“Bang.” The Tenth Hall couldn’t help it—he slammed his palm down on the coffee table. “Hmph. Those demons are really slick