“I’m just a scholar. I can’t tell much.”
Upon hearing Feng Xia’s question, the teacher shook his head and sighed. “I’ve more or less heard about your family situation. I thought you had given up on yourself, but I didn’t expect you to cultivate to this extent in secret.”
A smile appeared on his ordinary face. “I’m very glad that you didn’t continue to become depraved. However, you have to remember this at all times…”
The teacher continued to ramble on for a while. Feng Xia did not interrupt and listened patiently.
The other students in the classroom did not show much surprise, as if they were already used to such things.
“I see, I see…”
As Feng Xia listened, he could finally make a rough guess about his current situation.
After he walked into the abandoned classroom, he seemed to have arrived at another time and space. However, Feng Xia did not know if what he was experiencing was just a replay of history or a special illusion.
Furthermore, in this classroom, his identity was not Feng Xia, but a young man who was already 23 years old but still had not graduated from this primary school for divine beings.
This young man’s family was originally quite well-off and could be considered a wealthy family. However, disaster struck and not only did his cultivation turn into nothingness, his relatives and friends were almost all dead!
Since then, the young man never fully recovered.
“In addition, there’s something else that makes me feel concerned…”
Feng Xia returned to his seat and listened to the teacher’s lecture on cultivation techniques while recalling what he had just heard. “Outside of this primary school, there is a war that has been going on for at least a hundred years. The Heavenly Pattern King is currently leading an army to fight against another great world, but in recent years, the news from the front has become more and more grim…”
Heavenly Pattern King!
A great world!
These unfamiliar terms led Feng Xia to think about many other things.
“I’m still missing some key information to reconstruct what happened.” Feng Xia frowned slightly. “I wonder if it will have a bad impact if I ask directly…”
Fortunately, Feng Xia’s attention was gradually attracted by the teacher’s lecture.
Even Feng Xia had to admit that this teacher was indeed a good educator.
Back then, although Patriarch Chenhai treated him very well, the patriarch was a powerful man but not a good teacher to begin with. His education method was by way of spoon-feeding.
“Luckily, I’m talented. Otherwise, I might not have been able to learn Patriarch Chenhai’s cultivation technique.”
Feng Xia sighed for no reason.
In comparison, this teacher lectured in a way that was easy to understand. Even though it was Feng Xia’s first time listening to his lecture, he was quickly attracted by the contents!
That other young man had also already regained consciousness. The expression on his childish face was dark and his arms were crossed in front of his chest. He was just short of writing the words “I’m super unhappy” on his face.
Clang, clang, clang—
After an unknown period of time, a melodious bell suddenly sounded.
The bell tone rang one high and one low, as if it carried endless sorrow and longing. It was able to wake people who were intoxicated in their dreams. At the same time, Feng Xia heard the teacher’s words.
“This lesson will end here. Everyone, have a good rest first.”
Swoosh—
Feng Xia’s hand reached forward, but it caught nothing.
He looked at the empty classroom in a daze. The tables and chairs around him were still neatly arranged, but they were clearly much older than before. The reflection of the sunlight outside the window made everything in front of him seem a little illusory.
“Am I… back?”
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