After bidding farewell to the Vice Dean, Xiao Yi headed straight to the seclusion room.
Within the academy, there were numerous seclusion rooms available for the academic disciples to use for their retreats.
Xiao Yi randomly picked one and entered, slightly taken aback.
"Such a strong prohibition." Xiao Yi sensed the prohibitions set up in the seclusion room, exclaiming in surprise.
He even speculated that even if he unleashed a full-force attack, it would not budge the seclusion room one bit.
A martial artist in seclusion should not be easily disturbed.
Otherwise, at best, lengthy seclusion would go to waste, undoing all previous efforts.
At worst, his mind would backfire, causing serious injury instantly.
Training in such a safe and stable seclusion room was optimal.
However, Xiao Yi, always cautious, habitually set up a few of his own formations and prohibitions around the area.
Only then did he sit cross-legged and begin cultivating.
