Lanqi's Promotion Record

A class passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the classroom, golden particles drifted lazily through the air above the gleaming black-and-white checkered marble corridor.

As a deep bell tolled across the central buildings of Saint Krui Di Monastery, it marked the end of Lanchi's classes for the day.

Even so, none of the students in the classroom left. Several eager students gathered around the lectern, asking him questions.

Only after quite some time, when the students with questions had gained a preliminary understanding and stopped crowding around him, did he quietly close his notes. He carefully placed the weighty ancient book on the sandalwood lectern, gave the students below a friendly and sincere smile, said his goodbyes, and strode out of the classroom.

It was nearly noon, and Elliot Hall was already filled with noise and bustle.

Students in groups of three or five carried heavy book-shaped Magic Devices as they chatted and laughed their way through the corridors. Their voices echoed through the spacious hallways, mingling with the faint aroma drifting up from the restaurants on Elliot Hall's lower floors.

Lanchi walked alone along the corridor beside Classroom 4-43, his footsteps swallowed by the stone walls.

"The students at Saint Krui Di Monastery really do have some unique ideas. A few of them actually managed to stump me."

The students' sharp questions from class still lingered in Lanchi's mind. Their perspectives were worth pondering carefully. Sometimes, he even had to discuss them with Talia in his mind before answering.

Fortunately, Talia's eight hundred years of knowledge were no joke. She really was...

Too beautiful and too powerful.

Lanchi's thoughts had only reached that point when he felt an invisible hand seize his heart, prompting him to sigh.

"Professor Landry! Please wait!"

A flurry of hurried footsteps and