"Before we officially begin our first true lecture of the day, does anyone in this hall have a question regarding the rules or the core structure of the curriculum?" asked Ye Hongyan, her crisp, melodic voice slicing cleanly through the thick, lingering layer of post-conflict tension that still hovered in the lecture hall.
"Honored teacher," Shen Haoran suddenly spoke up, his tone perfectly smooth, casual, and entirely devoid of any typical student deference.
He leaned back in his front row seat, crossing one leg over the other as his piercing golden eyes locked onto her face. "How many Dao Points does it cost to spend a night with you?"
An absolute, deafening silence instantly collapsed upon the entire classroom.
The ambient breathing of dozens of geniuses seemed to freeze mid inhale.
