The second day, at half past seven in the morning.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes and got up to walk to the classroom.
As he walked along, he heard the chirping of birds, the occasional roar of beasts, and his view was filled with vast green mountains, hardly any different from the wilderness.
No one would believe this was one of the top two universities of the Xianmen Sect.
With light steps, he moved swiftly amongst the treetops, crossing a distance of several tens of kilometers rapidly, to arrive near a small cabin under a banyan tree.
At this time, he could finally see some figures nearby, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, Ou Daocheng, and a few other classmates he did not recognize.
He dispelled his Concealment and stepped into the classroom.
Hum!
The Flying Sword trembled slightly, resonating with excitement, urging its master to get closer to something extraordinarily good.
Jiang Ding looked in one direction.
