The black Spirit Paper floated in mid-air, faintly radiating a reddish-gold glow as complex, dizzying lines densely intertwined across its surface.
Seven people stood in a circle, gazing intently at the spinning Spirit Paper, seemingly fully engaged in learning.
Well, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong were the exceptions.
After Xia Feng had glanced at the Spirit Paper, his brain had been so overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information that he had simply given up on trying to comprehend it and instead pretended to be seriously studying.
From the corner of his eye, he stealthily observed the others, who all seemed earnestly concentrated, apparently all academic overachievers.
Especially that noble young master, who stood casually with arms crossed, his right index finger quickly sketching small gestures in the air followed by a snap of his fingers, his lips curling up with the relaxed air of an academic ace who had just found a solution to a problem.
