Another person walked in front, also wearing a white robe, but with a red collar, both the collar and sleeves trimmed with gold. Their hair was meticulously combed, face pale and mustache-less, expression solemn and grave—a perfect embodiment of a charlatan's aura.
Yes, the aura Lin Tian referred to was the semblance of a charlatan radiated by this person. Of course, that was just his opinion, as everyone else wouldn't have thought so. The moment this "charlatan" walked in, everyone immediately rose and bowed to him.
"Hello, Master Tan," the students respectfully greeted.
Master Tan? Lin Tian's interest piqued; was this Master Tan the same Tan Yuan Zhao Ya mentioned? These days, anyone dares to call themselves a master.
Tan Yuan slowly walked to the podium and said to everyone, "Hello, students."
"Good, very good, tomorrow will be even better!" The students responded with even greater enthusiasm, shouting loudly.
