"Quick, quick, quick, we're going to be late."
"Today's lecture by Instructor Ping seems to be on the Dao Ancestor from the Ten Ancestors of old... whether arts originate from curses or from the Dao, she is the most qualified to speak on it!"
In the Southern Region of the Cloud Dragon Island, holy power transformed into colorful mists, and two young men were swiftly traversing through the clouds.
The one in front looked spirited and their pace was hurried.
The one being dragged behind, however, had sleepy eyes, carrying two big dark circles under them, looking as if he had just been yanked out of bed.
Even with the rush, they still ended up late to what was said to be the most precious morning class after entering the school.
When the duo finally arrived at Xingxing Peak, crossed through the Divine Array, and sneaked into the Inner Yard lecture hall of the Yin Yang Dao Palace, Instructor Ping had already been speaking for a while:
