Wu Feng furrowed her brows, wanting to argue but finding herself unable to.
The rewards from the Diary Copy were simply too generous. Even she couldn't help feeling envious when she saw them.
The rewards settled not long ago had actually included artifact fragments.
Three fragments could be exchanged for one artifact. Anyone who saw those rewards would go mad, let alone over artifact fragments.
There were also two Soul Bones from random fifty-thousand-year soul beasts. While fifty-thousand-year Soul Bones weren't as valuable as hundred-thousand-year ones, they were still among the most prized collections of the major powers.
Seeing that Wu Feng remained silent and unresponsive, Ning Tian smiled. She could naturally see Wu Feng's feelings, so she walked over and patted her shoulder. Everything was understood without being spoken.
[She had everyone put on iron armor weighing one hundred jin and run laps around the plaza until the dismissal bell rang. Soul power could be used, but not soul skills. They would be ranked by the number of laps completed, and the last-place student would be expelled from First-Year Class One.]
Iron armor weighing one hundred jin, no soul skills for the entire run, and they had to keep running for a full class period? The last place would be expelled outright?
Even upper-year Soul Masters from the Outer Court might not be able to endure that for the entire time, much less these newly enrolled students, the oldest of whom were only thirteen.
Zhang Lexuan's anger flared. She wanted to see whether this Zhou Yi was truly that lawless.
[Listen to that. Is that even something a person would say? Does the last-place student deserve to be expelled? Then why not expel one student every day and leave only one student by the final exam?]
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