By the time the five classes on heterodox teachings ended, the sky had completely darkened.
"Could some kind-hearted senior brother help me out of the Academy?"
The fatso who almost had his soul reaped by the Teaching Elder called out; although he had 'come back to life', it seemed the aftermath was not light.
His head and eyes were now crooked, and saliva was incessantly drooling from his mouth.
Seeing his misfortune, someone couldn't help but laugh and say, "Xu Fatty, you're already a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and yet you can't even bear this little injury?"
The fatty burst into tears and sobbed:
"The heavens must pity me, who knows what madness struck the Teaching Elder to come and personally teach. When everyone was sullen, it was clearly Junior Sister Zuo who was sneaking in laughs, yet he slapped me—"
"Who made you not the son of Elder Zuo? Just accept your bad luck."
