Surrounded by many Golden Pill monks and Foundation-building classmates, everyone gradually assembled.
Only a bit more than a hundred, as their realms increased, their sense of time slowly changed. Cultivation, refining treasures, visiting friends, secluding oneself for training, and other activities all consumed a lot of time. Often, less than half would attend each class.
This wouldn't have any impact, since the teacher offered personalized instruction to each student based on their situation.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of a bell, the refined and amiable figure of Immortal Dinghai appeared at the podium.
Jiang Ding's expression shifted slightly.
Compared to his ignorance in youth, he could now vaguely sense the subtle changes in space just before Immortal Dinghai's arrival, no longer utterly unaware.
However, clearly locking onto those changes with Sword Intent remained quite challenging for him.
"Greetings, students."
"Greetings, Teacher Zhang."
