Seeing that the students had already descended into chaos because of what was happening outside, Mu Jin knew there was no way to continue the lesson.
With only a minute or two left before class ended, Mu Jin simply waved her hand, signaling for the students to quiet down and dismiss themselves when the time came.
She herself quickly walked out of the Teaching Building to see whether there was anything she could help with.
Two minutes later, when everyone from Class Nine happened to converge on the Sports Field as class ended, Mu Jin was not the only new arrival. There was also a middle-aged man dressed in white.
The man hurried onto the Sports Field. The first things he saw were the patch of blood on the ground and Huo Yuhao, whose aura was disordered and whose face was as pale as gold paper. He immediately frowned.
But when he saw Zhou Yi still standing on the field, all his doubts vanished. He merely sighed helplessly, and a flash of intense disgust crossed his eyes.
He did not even exchange a glance with Zhou Yi. One dazzling Soul Ring after another rose from beneath the feet of the middle-aged man in white.
Two yellow, two purple, and three black—there were seven in all!
A Soul Saint. This was actually a powerhouse above level seventy, a Soul Saint.
Among Soul Masters, he was already close to the peak!
Yet he looked no more than thirty-something. Only the weariness in his eyes did not match his youthful appearance.
He raised both hands, and gentle green light began to grow from his palms. A miniature, lush, illusory cypress tree appeared in the Soul Saint's hands.
The illusory cypress was verdant and brimming with vitality, as though it had transported everyone into