"What's been going on with Chen Yan these past few days? He hasn't shown up at all."
"Yeah. The last time I saw him, his complexion was awful. I thought he was about to faint at any moment."
"He's probably been cultivating nonstop."
The Town Martial Class buzzed with discussion.
The Town Martial Class lasted a month, and now it was almost over.
A month wasn't a particularly long time, but it wasn't short, either.
At first, Chen Yan had often appeared in front of everyone. But lately, he'd been like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.
Whenever Chu Feiyuan passed by the villa where Chen Yan lived, he would glance over. Seeing no one there, he would leave again.
Inside a classroom.
Chu Xuansheng, ranked second in the Town Martial Class, Liu Zong, ranked third, and Zhuo Qingren, ranked fifth, sat together.
"Have any of you seen Chen Yan these past few days?" Chu Feiyuan asked the group from the podium.
"No. I think he's sick." Liu Zong shook his head.
Chu Feiyuan frowned slightly but said nothing.
Getting sick was only natural, after all. Chen Yan had absorbed so much Impure Blood Energy before.
The only thing they were worried about now was that Chen Yan's situation might be discovered by Shen Yiwei or Luo Puxin.
If the other side decided to make a fuss, they would have to be prepared.
"You don't need to concern yourselves with Chen Yan anymore. Zhuo Qingren, though—what's going on with you? How did you lose to Li Qingyuan?" Chu Feiyuan narrowed his eyes.
Apart from Chen Yan, Li Qingyuan was now the biggest wild card in the Town Martial Class.
He'd originally ranked tenth, but now he'd defeated Zhuo Qingren and risen to fourth.
"He's strong. And I don't