「The next day, 9:00 AM.」
East Sea Martial Arts University, Flight Academy, A-1 Research and Development Department.
Han Feng pushed the door open and walked in.
Over twenty people were already seated in the massive lecture hall.
Every one of them had a steady aura and bulging temples, clear signs that they were all High Tier Martial Artists of the Body Tempering Realm.
They wore various styles of training uniforms, each with a B Level Student badge pinned to their chest.
The atmosphere in the classroom was somewhat somber.
The students were clearly divided into several small cliques, conversing in low voices.
But more of them chose to close their eyes and rest, adjusting their condition.
Han Feng's arrival didn't attract much attention.
He casually found a seat in the back row by the window and sat down.
"What the hell! Old Han?"
A coarse voice, thick with surprise, boomed from behind him.
Han Feng turned around.
