Luo Yan looked up and saw six students coming out of a campus side road ahead.
Four men and two women, all with Western features.
But the language they had been speaking just now was Chinese. They seemed to have only learned it recently, and their accents sounded rather strange.
In addition, the six were wearing the uniforms of some Academy. Judging by their appearance, they were representatives sent by an Academy to attend Hundred Battles Academy's anniversary celebration.
At that moment, one of them—a tall, blue-eyed, blond woman with a voluptuous figure—looked toward Luo Yan. She then walked straight over and said in somewhat halting English,
"Classmate, do you know how to get to the grand auditorium?"
"We're lost."
Luo Yan raised a hand and pointed toward the grand auditorium, then left in the opposite direction.
He heard the foreign students behind him discussing him.
"This student has no manners. He didn't say a word."
"Exactly. He keeps such a stern face. Una is one of the beauties of our school, and how does that saying go... Right, he doesn't know how to appreciate a favor."
"That student looks pretty ordinary. I can't sense any energy fluctuations from him. He doesn't look young, either. He should be a third-year student, right? How is he so weak?"
"I heard that after Eastern cultivators reach the Profound Comprehension Realm, their power becomes restrained. When they aren't fighting, they're just like ordinary people. Could he be in the Profound Comprehension Realm?"
"You're overthinking it. How could there be so many people in the Profound Comprehension Realm? Enough talking. Hurry to the grand auditorium. The teacher is urging us."
The foreign students soon left.
Luo Yan came to the artificial lake. It was relatively quiet here, so he simply lay down on the