After learning about the grudges between Ao Guang and the Li Family father and son, Xu Kun lingered in the principal's office for a while longer.
He asked the principal about Haotian Pagoda and the myriad races.
It was not until an hour later that Xu Kun finally left the principal's office, thoroughly satisfied.
"Goodbye, Principal!" Xu Kun waved toward the office.
The principal waved back. "Go on. Work hard from now on. This old bag of bones is counting on whether I can ride your coattails someday!"
Hearing the principal's sincere words, Xu Kun smiled and turned to leave.
The human race had passed down its flame generation after generation, with far less bureaucracy. A figure with real authority like the principal of No. 1 High School, who was about to be promoted to the second-in-command of the base city's education department, would never have personally taught and guided an ordinary student in ancient China.
All that could be said was that times had changed, and so had humanity's priorities. Someone like Xu Kun, who had only just emerged yet had already caught the eye of the upper echelons, had to be treated politely no matter how lofty the principal's position was.
Who could say for sure whether Xu Kun might become the next Sky Eye?
When Xu Kun returned to Class 23, the atmosphere inside was unusually lively. Yet the moment he stepped into the classroom, it instantly fell silent.
Every gaze turned toward him!
During graduation season, Xu Kun had been summoned by the principal alone. Even a ghost could guess that there had to be some unusual meaning behind it.
Feeling a little embarrassed under their stares, Xu Kun rubbed his nose. "What are you all staring at me for? Carry on!"
"Student Xu Kun,