Cultivators had senses far sharper than ordinary humans.
With advanced cultivation base, one could easily achieve photographic memory and learn anything after hearing it just once.
In the terms of this world,
a powerful cultivator was like a walking camera or radio.
Yue Qingqing was naturally the same.
Due to her young age, her voice was soft and not very loud.
However, as she began reciting, "The late emperor had not completed his undertakings; his journey was cut short mid-way…"
The classroom grew quieter and quieter until it fell completely silent, her voice the only sound.
The language teacher's expression shifted from one of mockery to seriousness, and finally to utter disbelief.
Ding!
The chalk held between her fingers fell to the ground, snapping crisply into two pieces.
Yue Qingqing paused for a moment, then finished the last sentence.
"Now I must leave, tears streaming down as I face this letter; I am at a loss for words."