Mordred slammed a jar down on Lirian's desk, distracting him from the audio he was listening to about the Uldwin rebellion.
"Smell the brains of a fifth-grade body cultivator, that didn't train his mind," Mordred laughed and blew the awful smell of the preservation solution, that mixed with the brain goop, onto Lirian.
Lirian grinned at him and grabbed two pencils, and started to use them like chopsticks, "How about I make you experience what 800-year-old brains taste like."
'Ah, crap, evil Lirian is already out,', Mordred complained internally and shoved the lid back on the jar.
They were looking at flesh samples of people that didn't cultivate properly as part of today's lesson, Lirian didn't bother to pay attention it wasn't anything new to him anyway, so he spent more time researching Telamon.
