The next day.
Morning.
The Inner Sect Eleventh Institute.
Everyone from the Small Courtyard had arrived except Jiang Man.
Ji Linglong told them about what she had gained this time, leaving the others green with envy.
Especially Ji Shoumo and Bai Qiufeng, who ranked second and third. Ji Linglong's cultivation had soared, and she was about to catch up to them.
Ji An went without saying. Before, he could at least try to catch up; now he could not catch up at all.
If they had been able to go out back then, Ji An would have dropped to second long ago.
As for Jiang Man, no one included him.
What did he need a ranking for anymore?
Zhuo Bufan looked at Fang Yong. "You benefited too?"
Fang Yong glanced at him. "Benefits beyond your imagination."
Lin Qingshan said, "Young Master Fang, that's not very loyal of you. You're making us feel awful."
"Next time Jiang Man comes, ask him to give us a lecture on the Dao. We want to improve too," Cao Cheng said.
"No ambition. Haven't you noticed Fang Yong is still dead last?" An Rong said.
Everyone cast An Rong a glance. She was fooling herself.
While they were still chatting, Teacher Yan walked in.
Seeing Teacher Yan's grim expression, everyone sighed inwardly.
What had happened?
What could have driven Teacher Yan to this?
Among them, Teacher Yan was the most optimistic.
After all, Teacher Yan was also under the most pressure.
"I'm handing out some assignments today," Teacher Yan told everyone.
Hearing this, Miao Yulin raised her hand in surprise. "Teacher Yan, is this a group assignment?"
"No." Teacher Yan shook her head, then handed out the materials. "Take a look, then find time to finish your assignments."
Puzzled, everyone examined their assignments.
"Setting up