"Something feels wrong. Why isn't he mad yet?"
Ji Han really wanted to enter the cell and observe things closer. But once he thought of the miserable plight of those great teachers who had turned crazy, he didn't dare to do so anymore.
(Let's wait for a little while longer. I don't believe this fellow is truly a genius!)
Ji Han widened his eyes. He was deeply afraid of missing out on any detail. In fact, he even took out an image-recording stone, wanting to record the scenes of Sun Mo turning mad.
…
In the gigantic lecture theater.
Sun Mo was worried he might say something wrong, hence, he remained silent to drag for time.
He activated Divine Sight to observe this old man. In the end, the info was blocked by the system again. He had no way to use it.
Bang!
The saint named Bai Dong smashed his fist onto the table and glared at Sun Mo. "Brat, you are too impudent. I'm a saint. Where's your respect?"
