The teacher waved his hand humbly.
"I can't take credit for any guidance. It's all your own talent."
Nan Ying turned her head and looked toward Su Ye's station.
"Hasn't Miss Su finished refining yet? I imagine she must be working on a very difficult pill."
The moment she finished speaking, someone from the Heavenly Class—who had long been annoyed that Su Ye had managed to snag first place in the Trial Realm by sheer luck—seized the opportunity.
He immediately spoke up.
"What 'very difficult pill'? It's just the simplest Blood Stopping Pill. She should've been done ages ago. Dragging it out this long… it's probably already burned to a crisp."
His words were met with a burst of derisive laughter from the crowd.
The students from the Black Character Class, by contrast, were much quieter.
This single class had made the gap between them and the Heavenly Class painfully clear.
Although those students were arrogant, there was no denying they had the strength and the right to be.
