Zheng Yong and the dozen or so other Beast Tamers waited outside the door.
Their Pet Beasts, prepared to serve as “models” for the Breeders and experimental subjects during the breeding lesson, were provided free of charge.
Yet countless people with connections fought over this opportunity for a free lesson.
Because the person teaching at this very moment was Vice President Liu, a Senior Breeder, and everyone in the audience was a Breeder too.
With their Pet Beasts serving as experimental subjects, they would naturally be analyzed using the knowledge covered in class.
Even if the analysis was wrong, Vice President Liu would point it out directly. This was equivalent to having a whole group of Breeders, with a Senior Breeder presiding over them, provide clear, specific guidance on their Pet Beasts’ development.
For an opportunity like this, never mind getting it for free-plenty of people would scramble to come even if they had to pay.
And that was indeed the case. Some of those present had gone through the back door with staff members at the Breeder Association, paying for this opportunity.
Whatever the others were doing, throughout that hour, Zheng Yong kept involuntarily peering into the classroom.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
Why had that young friend of his still not come out after so long?
The problem was, the class inside had already started!
Could this classroom have another door he had not noticed, and that young friend had actually come out long ago?
But would he have simply left after coming out? That did not make sense either.
This was President Liu's class. To put it bluntly, unless someone's life was at stake, what could possibly be more important than this?
So where was he now?
Zheng Yong did not know, and there was clearly no