After Zhou Feng and Su Zhe took their seats, the classroom filled with whispers again. Naturally, everyone was discussing Zhou Feng's talent.
"Zhou Feng's talent really is a shame. He was born in the wrong era. If he'd been born in Lord Poison Venerable's time, his talent might have really shone," one classmate said regretfully.
"Not necessarily. If he'd lived back then, Lord Poison Venerable might have killed him outright. I heard there was some foreigner with an insanely powerful talent who got killed by Lord Poison Venerable before he even had a chance to grow."
"You said it yourself-he was a foreigner. Lord Poison Venerable treated people from China pretty well. Didn't he help build up all of the Ten Major Guilds, the strongest guilds today?"
"But I also heard he wiped out several guilds in China! Lord Poison Venerable was no saint."
"Shh! Keep your voice down. Bad-mouthing Lord Poison Venerable? Do you have a death wish?"
"Uh... that doesn't count as bad-mouthing him, does it?"
"Anyway, when it comes to Lord Poison Venerable, you'd better watch what you say."
"All right."
Just then, their slightly chubby homeroom teacher entered the classroom, and the murmurs immediately stopped.
"Students, this will be your final lesson at school. After this, you'll all go your separate ways..." the homeroom teacher said earnestly from the podium.
"I know many of you are unhappy with your talents, but there's nothing to be done. That's fate. The first lesson I hope you learn when you leave school is acceptance!"
"Congratulations to those whose excellent talents have earned them admission to an advanced academy. For the next few years, all you'll need to do is cultivate. Your academy will provide cultivation resources, and you're sure to become powerful in the future. But just how far