Zhang Yexin carefully observed the six mentors.
Li Yingyun was valiant and dashing, while Fang Yuan was strikingly handsome; both bore the features of Great Yue people.
Farrell and Bill, meanwhile, were both mixed-race and looked rather young.
The last two, Harry and Edward, appeared somewhat older.
"So many... martial arts, sorcery, gu arts, alchemy, potions... and finally, the Secret Cult... Which should I choose?"
He bit his lip before finally making up his mind. "I can choose again in a month anyway. I'll attend the public lectures first..."
What Zhang Yexin did not know was that Aaron had slipped a few personal additions into these subjects as well.
The Secret Cult went without saying, and more than half of the gu arts had come from him too.
As for swordsmanship, which stood head and shoulders above the rest in martial arts, it combined the true teachings of the supreme sword arts of Emei Sect, South Sea, and Luofu!
It could be considered Aaron's memorial to the ancient arts.
It was just that... in this new era, the force driving these sword arts had changed from mana into another source of the supernatural.
There was no helping it.
"At eight in the morning, the first public general-knowledge class will be held in the tiered lecture hall... I, the dean, will be teaching it personally, so don't be late."
Aaron spoke with a smile. "The location of the tiered lecture hall is on the map in your student handbook... Take note: it's best not to go anywhere marked as a restricted zone. Of course... I won't stop you if you insist. After all, even if you die, nobody can come here to demand compensation, right?"
Clap clap!
Beside him, Jiuyou, the director of discipline, clapped vigorously. The six mentors and even