The old Master stood in the doorway, gazing at Pei Ling's face. He said earnestly, "Master Wang, today you must teach the students every last detail of the Mahasattva Color Derivation Scroll. Make sure you teach them carefully and hold nothing back."
"Only then will you embody the bearing a teacher ought to have."
Pei Ling nodded. "Rest assured, Headmaster."
With that, he walked into Class A. It was completely empty, quiet as death, with only the echo of his footsteps to break the silence.
When Pei Ling stepped onto the lectern, students began appearing in their seats in the classroom that had been empty just a moment earlier.
They were dressed exactly like the students who had originally attended Class A, but their expressions were clearly different. Half of them had vacant eyes, while the other half brimmed with malice. All of them stared fixedly at Pei Ling.
Pei Ling surveyed the students below. They were all unfamiliar faces, presumably the students the old Master had transferred from Class C and Class B.
It seemed the original students of Class A had all dropped out.
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Class C.
The students sat in the dim room with vacant eyes, the air heavy and subdued.
Zhong Kui Jingyi looked around. She had the feeling that there were far fewer people than before.
At that moment, the sound of metal striking metal rang out.
She immediately came to her senses, cleared her throat, and said, "Class is in session."
The students replied woodenly, "Yes, Teacher."
"There's a lot to cover today." Zhong Kui Jingyi frowned slightly at their expressions. "You must all listen carefully."
She was about to begin when she suddenly noticed the bloody words on her palm.
She was puzzled. The memory-loss rule... She really couldn't remember what she had