"Wait. We don't have a form teacher anymore." Lu Shu suddenly realized.
The species research specialization in the Luo Shen Cultivation College was an agonizing specialization. They should have been dissecting specimens in the laboratory and conducting research on mutated species. But they had to go all over the country, just to catch their own specimens. Not only that, they even had to catch specimens for the other Cultivation Colleges.
They had accepted this fact. But they had just started school and their form teacher was already gone…
"Brother Shu." Cheng Qiuqiao asked anxiously, "Has our specialization been cursed?"
Lu Shu sat by the window and calmly said, "You're right. Our specialization has been cursed."
"Who cursed us?!" Cheng Qiuqiao was dumbfounded. It was a casual statement, but they had really been cursed. Who did this?!
Lu Shu looked out of the window. "We've been cursed by Nie Ting…"
Cheng Qiuqiao was speechless.
