After breakfast, Yue Ling and Gongyang Mo parted ways in the teaching building.
One was in Class One, while the other was in Class Three.
Upon reaching the door of Class One, Yue Ling raised his hand and pushed open the classroom doors.
The previously noisy classroom fell silent in an instant, all conversation abruptly cut off.
Dai Yueheng looked up at him, surprise appearing on his face as he asked, "Yue Ling, you're back?"
"Mm." Yue Ling responded indifferently.
He walked straight over and dropped into the first seat in the front row.
Quite a few students around him secretly sized him up, while faint murmurs drifted through the classroom.
"Wow, is that the Dancer of Chrysanthemums who's been absent for such a long time? He's so handsome!"
"That's right! He used to have a rather gentle air about him, but now he's all sharp edges. He's completely different from before!"
"His Soul Power is so full, and his aura even carries a sharpness to it. I wonder what level his cultivation has reached now..."
The gossip by his ears stirred not the slightest ripple in Yue Ling. He swept his gaze over the class and found that most of the faces were unfamiliar.
Dai Yueheng, Chen Zifeng, and Ling Luochen were the three he had fought before. Their strength was fairly decent.
As for the remaining boys and girls, he had no particularly deep impression of them.
Yue Ling lost interest in continuing to observe them.
He propped his cheek on one hand and leaned against the desk, treating every discussion around him as mere background noise.
The clamor continued without end.
Before long, Wu Ya entered the classroom, and the students immediately quieted down.
When he saw Yue Ling sitting steadily in the front row, his steps