The male student from the Red River Tribe rapidly shook his head, his face now displaying a blend of fear and anxiety.
He was just an ordinary student hailing from the Red River Tribe, not affiliated with any of the three major divisions.
The Red River Tribe was relatively powerless, and no one dared to provoke individuals associated with the three supermonasteries.
Moreover, he was a first-year student who had only recently entered the academy. He had no desire to stir up trouble within the institution.
The individual who had knocked over someone else's soup bowl wore an unyielding expression, pushing the Red River Tribe's student roughly. "Do you believe that a mere apology suffices?"
"Ba Shu," Xu Youniang admonished with a furrowed brow, calling out to the burly man, "Quit fooling around and return here."
The man known as Ba Shu glanced back at his superior and, seeing that his Lord hadn't uttered a word, begrudgingly made his way back.
