It was as though... he were leading a great tiger and a great lion leisurely into a sheep pen.
That feeling was... crystal clear!
"Looks like those students at Hidden Dragon High Martial are in for a rather unusual experience. Those so-called life lessons, those savage beatings from society, are on their way..." Zhan Xiaofei rather looked forward to the future.
Other people came to register, paid their tuition, collected their bed assignments, laid out their bedding, then reported to their classes. Once fully settled in, they thought of ways to earn credits. That was the whole process.
But when Zuo Xiaoduo and Li Chenglong registered, they collected scholarships, collected credits, and then, at the very end, their homeroom teacher came to welcome them...
And brought the two precious treasures into his class.
There were no surprises whatsoever: Hidden Dragon High Martial, first year, Class One.
The entire class numbered thirty-six.
Everyone else had already taken their seats, filling the room. Only the two best seats in the very front row remained empty. Those were reserved for Zuo Xiaoduo and Li Chenglong-one ranked first, the other second!
Absolute top-seed treatment!
It had to be said that when Zuo Xiaoduo and Li Chenglong walked into the classroom, what greeted them was none other than...
Of the thirty-four students, nearly twenty suddenly rose to their feet in unison, an astonishing display.
Then they cried out in delighted surprise, "Hello, Cult Leader!"
"Hello, Sword King!"
Zuo Xiaoduo looked utterly bewildered.
Li Chenglong looked utterly bewildered too.
Could this place... be the headquarters of Li Chenglong's Steel-Iron Divine Cult?
Behind them, their homeroom teacher was speechless.
Had this round of admissions actually brought in a batch of steel devotees?
"Sit down, everyone, sit down. Zuo Xiaoduo, you sit here. Li Chenglong, you sit here."