Right under Elder Master Xun's nose.
The other disciples looked at Mo Hua with pity and sympathy in their eyes.
"Mo Hua is so pitiful…"
"Elder Master Xun's got his eyes on him…"
"Talk about rotten luck…"
"He'll have to sit in front of the old man every day for class now. Just thinking about it makes me shiver…"
Elder Master Xun's ears twitched, his gaze sharpened, and he recited a few names, "Cheng Mo… Situ Jian, Wen Xuan…"
"…If you want, you can sit next to Mo Hua as well."
Cheng Mo and the others shuddered all over, instantly shut their mouths, and buried their heads into the desk, pretending to be turtles, not daring to move.
Elder Master Xun gave a slight, cold snort.
Then class began.
Mo Hua noticed that the teaching materials in his hand were different from the others'.
The other disciples were still mainly focused on First Grade, progressing step by step into Second Grade Formations.
