"Lin Ming, why are you still here?"
Seeing Steward Yang's astonishment, Lin Ming was puzzled.
He had been refining pills with the Alchemists during this period and had even met Steward Yang often. It had only been around ten days since they last saw each other—why should he not be here? Unable to figure it out, Lin Ming asked, "Brother Yang, I was only in secluded cultivation for around ten days. Now that it's over, of course I came back to refine pills."
"What? You were in secluded cultivation? I hadn't seen you for the past ten days, so I thought you'd returned to your class to prepare for this semester's Year-End Grand Competition!" Steward Yang said in surprise.
Only after hearing Steward Yang mention the Year-End Grand Competition did Lin Ming remember that it was already the final few days of the semester. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Yang, has the competition started?"
"The Year-End Grand Competition is divided into two stages. One is the Arena Point Tournament between classes of the same year, like the ones you hold every month. The other is an Arena Tournament open to everyone."
"It's only the morning of the first day, so the Arena Point Tournament between classes of the same year is underway. If you hurry over now, you can still participate."
Hearing that it had only started today, Lin Ming finally relaxed. Missing it would not have had much impact, but since he could participate, he might as well do so.
After all, Instructor Zhang Man had treated him well. As a member of the class, if he had the time to win honor for the class, help Instructor Zhang Man's evaluation, and secure resources for his classmates, Lin Ming was willing to do it. With that thought, he said to