Below, the crowd of older disciples watched as Wang Zijia's somewhat excited expression froze on his face, each of them responding with 'excitement'.
Yet their excited faces bore somewhat stiff expressions.
The newcomers, however, many of whom were apparently aware of Wang Zijia's quirks, watched with curiosity.
"Since I didn't expect so many newcomers to come to class today, I only prepared a little over a hundred servings of food. Let's consider it a token of good luck and randomly distribute it to the new senior brothers or nephews!" Wang Zijia said as he brought out the food box, the faint smell of medicine filling the air.
"Oh!" The seniors responded with disappointment, but excitement flickered in their eyes.
With the distribution of food, Wang Zijia also began his lecture.
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Teaching, making talismans, slacking off until the end of work. Wang Zijia did not leave early.
