Class begins

Celestial Maiden Yunhe knew her own suffering. She did not dare to make a move at all. It was as if what she was facing was not a person, but rather a ferocious primitive beast. Once she made a move, she would be facing a terrifying counter, and would lose her life in an instant.

And with her aura tightly locked down on, she did not dare even open her mouth, fearing that it, too, would result in an attack from Ling Han.

Droplets of sweat streamed down her forehead, and her whole body was completely damp. She felt incredibly weary. It was not a physical weariness, but a spiritual exhaustion. She really wanted to lie down and take a good rest, not wanting to move even a single finger.

Even if everyone could not see the storm brewing under the surface between Ling Han and Celestial Maiden Yunhe, they only had to see the layer of cold sweat on Celestial Maiden Yunhe's forehead, and they knew that she was presently in an extremely disadvantageous position.