After speaking, the Martial Saint quickly buried his head and continued eating.
Jiang Chen held his chopsticks, watching him as his rippling emotions gradually calmed down.
Even without mentioning a complete change, the Martial Saint's transformation is visibly apparent; the school is definitely not the sole influencing factor.
It's just like the first day he came to East Sea University; outsiders could hardly imagine how overwhelming it would be for someone who grew up in a third or fourth-tier city to suddenly step into a big metropolis where every inch of land is as valuable as gold, looking at the towering buildings and breathing the air filled with the scent of money.
And also the people he encountered around him.
