Seeing that the commotion outside had thrown his students into a bubbling pot of chaos, Mu Jin knew there was no continuing the lesson.
With only a minute or two left before class ended, Mu Jin simply waved a hand, signaling for the students to quiet down and leave on their own when the time came.
He himself hurried out of the teaching building to see whether there was anything he could help with.
Two minutes later, when class ended and everyone from Class Nine headed toward the field without needing to consult one another, they found not only Mu Jin there, but also a middle-aged man dressed in white.
Upon reaching the field, the man's first sight was the pool of blood on the ground and Huo Yuhao, whose breathing was erratic and whose face was as pale as gold paper. He immediately frowned.
But when he saw Zhou Yi still standing on the field, all his questions vanished like smoke. He merely sighed helplessly, a flash of intense disgust crossing his eyes.
Without so much as exchanging a glance with Zhou Yi, the middle-aged man in white released dazzling Soul Rings that rose one after another from beneath his feet.
Two yellow, two purple, and three black-seven in all.
A Soul Saint. This was actually a Soul Saint powerhouse above level seventy.
Among Soul Masters, he was already close to the summit!
Yet he looked only thirty-something, though the weathered look in his eyes did not match his youthful appearance.
He raised both hands, and a gentle green glow began to grow from his palms. A miniature illusory cypress, so lush it seemed to drip with greenery, appeared in his hands.
The illusory cypress was verdant and brimming with vitality, as though it had transported everyone into mountains