Setting the Mystical Qilin Sect back on its tracks was a colossal task. Anji had never seen her teacher lose her composure before, and the thought never crossed her mind until two weeks ago. Yan Ping flew them into the heart of the academic central zone and blasted open the courtyard, using her internal energy to project her voice loud enough to break any sound barriers in the area. Anji almost lost her hearing that day, but thankfully, the ringing in her ears only lasted a few hours. Her teacher had the foresight to shield them from the worst of her yells.
Instead of tackling the sect's image reform from the head or the tail, Yan Ping straightened it out from the heart of the problem. In three days, the academic zone that functioned more like a slum hive was completely demolished. All researchers who lived there were moved into cultivation caves or research labs on the further side of the eastern and western districts. The further they were from the main streets, the better.
