Chu Feng arrived at Lu Lin's dormitory entrance, just about to knock when a weary voice came from inside, "Come in, the door is unlocked."
Upon entering, he saw Lu Lin sprawled on the couch in a spread-eagled pose, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Upon seeing Chu Feng, he managed a weak smile, "You're here."
"It seems you've been quite busy lately, Tutor." Chu Feng made himself comfortable on the couch opposite Lu Lin.
"Don't even mention it, Principal Nie, that skinflint, would love nothing more than to have us professors pinned down compiling cultivation techniques 24 hours a day...
"But there's no helping it, there are still several hundred people's cultivation techniques undetermined.
"You 'forced my hand with death', and only then did I escape from that hell."
He sat up, raised his hands, and vigorously rubbed his face, "These past few days, I've been nearly sick of looking at cultivation techniques."
