Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
On Saturday, the country released an official announcement, publishing quite a few cultivation techniques and martial arts.
It also released details about the Cultivation University, including the length of the program, its admissions and assessment process, and specific dates.
Zhu Xiyan paid none of it any attention.
After all, it had nothing to do with her.
When Monday morning came, Zhu Xiyan didn't go to the school track to join the group cultivation session. She didn't want to waste her time. Besides, she had already seen the new class schedule, and they had a cultivation class that afternoon.
She planned to speak to the cultivation instructor then.
So, as usual, she got up at five in the morning and went alone to the place where she had been cultivating since starting university.
When Zhu Xiaoran and the others woke up and saw Zhu Xiyan wasn't in the dorm, they weren't surprised.
Zhu Xiyan had already told them she wouldn't attend the group session. She'd also said that if the instructor found out and asked about it, they didn't need to cover for her. She would explain everything herself during cultivation class.
So after getting up and washing up, Zhu Xiaoran and the others headed straight to the school track...
By six that morning, the Jiangnan University track was already packed with noise and people. Tens of thousands of students from across the university had gathered there, filling the enormous track to capacity.
Several dozen cultivation instructors hired by Jiangnan University had also arrived. Almost every instructor had to oversee hundreds of students from at least one or two majors.
The students' circumstances varied, too.
Some had already started cultivating at martial arts schools off campus, while most had never tried cultivation