Some scholars are older and have just begun their cultivation practice. They have not even entered the preliminary stage of martial Dao, which their bodies cannot handle.
Therefore, Zheng Fa only lectures for about two hours each night.
The next morning, Cheng Yun opened his door and saw Professor Wang from next door, rubbing his eyes and coming out, seemingly ready for breakfast.
"Professor? You're up?"
"Up?" Professor Wang looked at him, his gaze enigmatic, "Who slept?"
"..."
Cheng Yun felt a chill in his liver.
"You didn't sleep!" he exclaimed, staring, "What were you doing all night?"
"Practicing martial arts, reviewing the content of Dean Zheng's lectures, and when tired, I searched online for some Daoist scriptures and materials science textbooks to switch my mind..."
Professor Wang casually mentioned as he walked.
"...Do we really need to work this hard?"
"I ask you, why does Dean Zheng choose us specifically, instead of others?"
"...To speed up the research?"
