Wu Xie rolled his eyes good-naturedly, knowing full well that his friends loved to poke fun at his lack of knowledge in this new world of cultivation and magic. "Oh, I'll try my best," he replied, a hint of determination in his voice.
Together, the trio found themselves heading towards the grand lecture hall for their first knowledge class of the semester.
Wu Xie, the hapless Earthling, was utterly clueless about the intricacies of this new universe.
His mind was a jumble of confusion, and he clutched his notebook like a lifeline, hoping it would somehow guide him through this alien terrain.
As they entered the lecture hall, Wu Xie couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. The room was filled with scholars, sages, and practitioners of all kinds, their faces stern and knowledgeable.
The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and ink, adding to Wu Xie's nervousness.
