Changgui has almost recognized everyone in the class. The girl who loves wearing white clothes every day and acts all frail is named Zhuo Yingying. She looks quite delicate, her slightly sickly fragile demeanor adds some charm to her otherwise plain features.
After Zhuo Yingying spoke, quite a few people stepped forward to help Feng Tian up, checked his wound, and some went to find the teacher.
Changgui, always good at reading people's expressions, noticed that although Zhuo Yingying was quick to call for help, she was just putting on airs without any intention of actually helping.
Huo Ting felt goosebumps all over her body just hearing Zhuo Yingying speak, she rolled her eyes and said, "We're all cultivators with some level of cultivation. I didn't use any spiritual power just now, only ordinary strength to hit him. If he can't dodge and still faints, that's really embarrassing."
