Li Xiaoshuang and the others reached the rooftop, getting a clear view of the scene on the mountain behind. Ever since the cultivation class ended, Ling Feng had been lying on the mountain until night.
There's not a single sign of him working hard on cultivation and studying.
The next day.
It's still Pei Haidong's class.
Ling Feng seemed like he was back to his days in Ninth Middle School, timing his arrival for check-in, almost walking into Classroom Hall One with Pei Haidong.
"Ling Feng, I reckon you don't need cultivation at all. You don't need to attend my class either. From now on, unless I call for you, don't come by. Just go!"
Pei Haidong bluntly threw harsh words at Ling Feng.
He knew, from years of experience, that this kind of statement would make even a young heir cry and beg him to let them off.
Ling Feng would definitely kneel down and kowtow.
"Hey, got it."
Instead, Ling Feng turned to leave without sitting down, not even giving a backward glance.
"You..."
