Right under the watchful eyes of Elder Master Xun.
The other disciples looked at Mo Hua with sympathy and pity in their eyes.
"Mo Hua is so pitiful..."
"He's caught the attention of Elder Master Xun..."
"He's in big trouble now..."
"Just the thought of having to stay under the teacher's watchful eye in class every day sends chills down my spine..."
Elder Master Xun's ears twitched slightly, and his gaze turned sharp as he called out a few names, "Cheng Mo... Situ Jian, Wen Xuan..."
"...If you wish, you can also sit next to Mo Hua."
Cheng Mo and the other disciples shuddered, immediately shut their mouths, buried their heads in their desks, and stayed perfectly still, pretending to be turtles.
Elder Master Xun let out a slight snort.
Then class began.
Mo Hua discovered that the handout he held was different from those of the other disciples.
The other disciples were still primarily focusing on First Grade, progressing step by step, to comprehend Second-Grade Formations.
