The situation in the second classroom wasn't much different from the first; aside from the three of them, everyone else's faces were a blur, as if the moment they entered, their forms were veiled in mist.
Invisible, and unmentionable.
It was as if there existed a spatial barrier between everyone present.
Only the master teacher on the podium continued lecturing as usual.
The only difference was, Lu Chang'sheng kept feeling that the master teacher's gaze would occasionally land on him, with a hint of approval.
"Exceptional comprehension."
Lu Chang'sheng knew his speed of understanding must have met the master teacher's expectations, so he felt neither anxious nor impatient.
For him, only what's in your belly truly belongs to you; as long as the Alchemist Profound Turtle's legacy hadn't fallen into his hands, there was no chance to relax.
The others from the Immortal Sects felt the same.
