Before adjourning, the instructor stopped Gu Zhiqi. "Student Gu Zhiqi, stay behind for a bit."
As soon as he spoke, everyone turned their heads to look at Gu Zhiqi, all those probing, curious gazes landing on her.
Feeling those gazes, Gu Zhiqi didn't care, and really did stay behind.
This year's instructor was named Yan Ke. Besides that, he was also the dean of the Mystical Studies Academy.
Once everyone had cleared out of the classroom, Yan Ke, dressed in a Daoist Robe with his hair tied up, walked over to Gu Zhiqi and sat down beside her with great familiarity.
"You said you'd come back, fine, don't come back as a teacher if you don't want to, but how did you end up as a student?"
"You have no idea how short-handed the academy is on instructors."
"Ever since you and the Old Ancestor left, my workload shot up like crazy. Look, look, I've even grown white hair."
As Yan Ke spoke, he lowered his head toward Gu Zhiqi, showing her the top of his head.
