The Lanyang Academy student's eyes widened instantly, and he emitted a sharp scream. "What? I cleared five checkpoints and defeated six generals! I worked so hard to earn the qualifications for this secret realm! How can you just revoke them like this?"
"Was I not explicit?" Holy Son Miyan cast a cold gaze. "You lack the qualifications to accompany us! Leave immediately."
The Lanyang Academy student's face flushed red as he turned to his companions from the same academy.
Seeing their cold stares, a sense of dismay gripped his heart. He felt a pang of desolation.
Why were they treating him like this?
Why were they driving him away?
He had merely committed a small error that any young person could make—he was impulsive. It wasn't as if the situation couldn't be rectified.
Moreover, everyone was unharmed. Besides his own injuries, no one else was hurt.
Why were they forcing him to leave?
