The scorching sun blazed, and the heat was suffocating.
In the inner city by the river, the intense and humid air made even Moh Baichun, a Nascent Soul True Monarch, feel cramped and uncomfortable, somewhat vexed.
After a six-day rest, he had to come out to teach, and Moh Baichun truly couldn't muster any enthusiasm.
Walking into the Preaching Court, standing outside his lecture hall, Moh Baichun didn't even dare to extend his Divine Sense to check the situation inside.
"Keep calm, keep calm, maybe there's still a chance..."
Moh Baichun comforted himself, pushed open the door, stepped into the lecture hall, and looked down, instantly getting agitated, kicking over a flower stand in front of him, and swearing.
In the vast lecture hall below, not a person could be seen, only bizarrely shaped wooden Armors placed on tables, staring blankly at the lectern with their colorful big eyes.
At the front, a large-eyed Armor even 'thoughtfully' held up a sign reading,
