Jiushan Realm's University Island, inside a classroom.
Eighty or ninety Jiushan Cultivators sat within, no one spoke, only the rustling sound of papers turning.
Yan Wushuang sat next to the disciples of the "Golden Core Project," his gaze first paused on the thesis in front of him and he spaced out for a moment, then he lifted his eyes, looking at everyone in the classroom:
In front, Master Yuan was propping his head.
Beside him, Lady Xuanhua was scratching her ears and cheeks.
The Jiushan Disciples around were lost in their thoughts.
Only Zhang Wuyi beside Zheng Fa was exceptionally abnormal—she looked at the thesis in front of her with sparkling eyes, actually engrossed in it.
"Ah..."
A sigh came through, Yan Wushuang followed the sound, and the one sighing was Elder Yuan at the front row.
This sigh seemed contagious, and for a while, the classroom was filled with sighs rising and falling in succession, like a chorus filled with sorrow.
