Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Tan Shuchang was quite surprised; the seating arrangement of this classroom had unexpectedly given rise to so many issues. And the pace of advancement for a seat was even faster than his diligent efforts to level up through cultivation.
So, he walked over to the first row in the middle, ready to sit down.
Because there was no one in that spot.
However, before Tan Shuchang could sit down, he heard the Cultivator responsible for teaching, Book Mountain, asking him, "Tan Student, do you know why I asked you about the way you usually seek money?"
"Teacher, I do not know," Tan Shuchang replied. He lacked the Divine Skills to probe minds and discern truths, so how could he guess the true thoughts of this academy instructor?
The thoughts of a person can shift a hundred times in a moment; they are the hardest to predict.