"What in the world is going on? Where have all the people from the Spirit Cloud Sect gone?"
Revered Netherworld Soul Liu Ming stared gloomily at the empty classroom.
For some unknown reason, ever since a week ago, fewer and fewer disciples had come to attend his classes each day.
By today, there were only a few dozen left.
And this group of students seemed completely uninterested in what he was teaching.
Even his specialty—ghostly scares—had failed to produce any effect.
"This can't go on..."
Thinking of his agreement with Nangong Yuan, Liu Ming frowned.
If there were not enough disciples attending his classes, the reward he received would be pitifully low!
This was no way to go on!
With that thought, he hurried to Glazed Fire Peak to find Nangong Yuan.
"Elder Nangong, the disciples of your Spirit Cloud Sect are far too lazy! The course is only halfway through, yet they have already stopped coming to class... They simply have no respect for me, their teacher!"
The moment Revered Netherworld Soul arrived, he began fiercely criticizing the disciples.
"Oh, you mean that matter... It may be the Illusion Realm created by that unfilial disciple of mine. I heard that the sect's disciples have been studying ghosts and such within it every day."
Nangong Yuan did not hide it from him and frankly told Revered Netherworld Soul about it.
There was nothing worth concealing anyway. As long as Liu Ming made even the slightest inquiry, he could learn of it.
It was clear that Liu Ming had not been all that invested in teaching.
"An Illusion Realm? Utter nonsense!"
Revered Netherworld Soul immediately grew angry.
"You think you can temper their minds with some damned Illusion Realm? Your Spirit Cloud Sect is being far too absurd!"
"Elder Nangong, it