The clock hand points to 12, the class bell rings, and all the students, including Sheng Qingyan lazily lying on the desk, Liu Fufeng who has been writing non-stop, and Yue Qiguang who suddenly cowers like a quail...
All the students lifted their heads, looking at Mu Jianling on the podium.
Mu Jianling says nothing.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
...
Time flows quietly, and Teacher Mu Jianling remains silent. However, her spiritual intimidation is everywhere... All the students behave very quietly, with no complaints.
The strands of spiritual silk, seemingly tangible, pass through the students' heads, bodies, backs one by one...
A few minutes later, Mu Jianling stops.
Millions of strands of spiritual silk recede like a tide...
The students can't help but let out a light sigh.
Teacher Mu Jianling's spiritual power is truly—
Terrifying beyond measure.
Then—
On the podium, Mu Jianling speaks: "Was the spiritual silk net I just used strong or not?"
