Han Yu felt like a pickpocket walking into a library.
A junior disciple at the door asked his name and motioned him inside.
Soon, Han Yu stood before Instructor Gai Qing.
The man wore white and gold robes with a narrow purple sash—a mark of a specialist educator. He sat behind a long table stacked with jade slips, scrolls, and spiritual compendiums.
From the looks of it and the spirit qi fluctuations that were coming from him, Han Yu could tell he was in the Core Condensation realm and quite high too as he couldn't totally estimate the man's base.
His gaze was neither angry nor warm. Just… bland. Exhausted. Like someone who had read far too many disappointing essays in his life.
"You are Han Yu?"
"Yes, Instructor."
Gai Qing slid a jade slip across the table. "You failed to attend both mandatory sessions for the Newcomer's Theory curriculum. Do you have a reason?"
