Ever since he had started cultivating, Song Shuhang's ability to learn had skyrocketed. In class, he understood everything the professor said as soon as he heard it, swiftly grasping the material and drawing further inferences in his head.
Studying had become effortless for him. Sometimes, he could even do two things at once.
While listening to the lecture, he could focus his mind and practice the True Self Meditation Method to strengthen his mental energy.
If he wasn't worried about being interrupted, he could even practice the Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Unity Qi Technique for a while. One class was just enough time to circulate his true qi through his body once. Absolutely lovely.
The class soon ended, and it was time for a break.
Song Shuhang and his roommates started chatting about everything under the sun.
Their conversation wandered all over the place, from recent news to popular games and the plots of novels they enjoyed. They also talked about Gao Moumou's recent writing troubles.
As they chatted, two teenage boys came through the classroom door.
"Hello, is Mr. Song here?" one of them asked.
Both boys had rosy lips, pearly teeth, and handsome features. They looked about fifteen or sixteen, with skin so smooth it put the girls' to shame. Both wore their hair long, one in a ponytail and the other in a bun atop his head.
The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a peculiar frequency that allowed everyone in the classroom to hear him clearly.
"They're looking for you, Shuhang." Gao Moumou nudged Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang looked up at the two boys. They had concealed their auras and looked just like ordinary people.
But one glance at their style told Shuhang they were cultivators. They must have practiced a technique specifically for concealing their