When I Type a Question Mark, Maybe It's Not Me
He thought about it.
Wang Ziwei sighed.
In fact, he was originally planning to persuade Li Yueming to give up on cultivation and switch to literature.
However, he didn't say anything.
He patted Li Ming's shoulder and said,"Sigh, I'll do my best. If I'm still unable to comprehend the Spiritual Energy of the world in these two months…You can transfer to the literature class!"
The class Wang Ziwei mentioned was also known as the Xiwen Hall.
It was the place where the students who Wang Ziwei deemed to have no aptitude for cultivation stayed.
After all, Li Yueming's martial arts class taught students how to sense and control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
For Li Yueming, who couldn't sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, listening to it was a waste of time.
It might be a better way to go to Xiwen Hall to study eulogizing books.
After saying that, Wang Ziwei ignored Li Yueming's expression.
She turned around and left.
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