Although Shu Feng and Zhao Zixing were in the same class, their seats were far apart. Plus, everyone had spent the last month buried in their studies and cultivation, so they'd had no real interaction.
It was the first time Zhao Zixing had ever taken a serious look at Shu Feng. He was somewhat handsome, but in a class like Celestial Pride Class 9—a place teeming with attractive men—he seemed rather unremarkable.
Not long after, Luo Feng also opened his eyes. His gaze swept over Shu Feng, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He smiled faintly, a strange light glinting in his eyes.
Half an hour later, the illusory image of the Original Dream Tree finally faded away.
Only then did all the students in the square open their eyes. Many of them still looked shaken, their hearts pounding with residual fear.
