This was an English class.
But for Chen Feng, it was a breeze.
Although he had left school at the age of fifteen, as a top King of Soldiers who had spent years on missions overseas, languages were compulsory for him, with English being his strongest.
Hence, most of the content taught by the English teacher was something he had already learned.
Idle and bored, Chen Feng rested his head on the desk and began pondering over his clairvoyant ability.
If he wasn't mistaken, the reason he had acquired clairvoyance was entirely due to that purple glass ball he had crushed.
No wonder those people had been so desperate to snatch the glass ball away; it turns out there was such a secret hidden inside it.
Thinking this, Chen Feng let out a long sigh.
Although he ended up with the glass ball in his hand and successfully discovered its secret, earning him clairvoyance, he couldn't bring himself to feel happy.
That incident had all started because of this glass ball.
