Chapter 1943

"Boom!"

Chi Potian's earth-shattering national treasure of a curse was like a thunderclap, instantly making the silent Han Lin Academy buzz.

For a time, everyone was stunned.

The eyeballs of Huang Zhizhan, Chen Wanjuan, Lin Shuhan, and others almost popped out, their minds blank.

Old person who doesn't die is a thief!

Wearing a monkey's hat and knowing no shame!

Even dogs won't eat the meat of your kind!

Old coffin-board?

Chi Potian actually dared... to insult the newly appointed head like this?!

This was no longer "fierce"; this was crazy!

In the large Han Lin Academy, countless scholars breathed rapidly, the air seemed to have solidified, and pairs of shocked gazes looked at Su Wenling in unison.

Su Wenling only felt a rush of blood surging to his forehead, and golden stars danced before his eyes.

He, Su Wenling, had lived for so many years, was a noble teacher to the Emperor, and head of the Han Lin Academy; when had he ever suffered such a great humiliation?