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Hengshui Glorious Holy Academy...
Although Arthur had never heard of such an academy, he always sensed an indescribable, great terror.
No wonder it could cultivate talent like Brother Ansu.
Arthur even felt that for Brother Ansu, coming to the Painful Esoteric Sect was like coming home.
The Cultists woke up at half-past five in the morning, and getting up at that time in the cold was the most grueling, but Brother Ansu always got up at four-thirty.
They were in mixed-dorm room 201, with about ten people in one room, and Ansu was always the earliest to rise.
If it was only that, it might have been fine.
Ansu's movements upon waking were so large that the bed creaked and groaned; if it were only this, the roommates might have endured it, after all, as they would be colleagues in the future and would understand one another.
