"What about you? Where does your resolve lie?"
Wang Qi looked around with a cold sneer. The dining hall, which should have been buzzing with noise, was now silent as a grave.
No one spoke. No one answered.
Looking at his classmates around him, silent as cicadas in winter, Wang Qi had no interest in staying any longer. He casually flung Wu Fan aside, tucked his books beneath his arm, and walked out of the dining hall.
Only after leaving did Wang Qi suddenly remember that he had not eaten yet. Rubbing his stomach, he said helplessly, "This is why I hate trash..."
For a moment, Wang Qi considered turning back to eat. But he quickly strangled that thought in its cradle. What kind of joke was that? Walking out just now had been brimming with dominance; going back now to eat would make him look like a complete idiot! The image of this top student would be utterly ruined.
Since he could not eat, he might as well go read. Thinking this, Wang Qi headed toward the library.
The library was a good place. What Wang Qi liked most about it was its unlimited supply of scratch paper. At the beginning of cultivation, Modern Dharma Cultivators, regardless of gender, burned through paper at an alarming rate. To find one's own path, one had to write more and calculate more. Yet the Immortal Academy was not as considerate as schools on Earth, with little shops and the like. To buy anything, one had to use all one's strength and run with lightness arts for more than half an hour to Xin Yue's inner city.
Wang Qi had only made it halfway when he heard a hurried set of footsteps behind him. Turning around, he found Wu Shiqin chasing after him.