We Are Not The Same

Lu Fengrou had left for the Catacombs. Before the martial arts training commenced in the special training classes, Fang Ping and Zhao Xuemei could only cultivate by themselves.

Fortunately, both of them were prioritizing bone-honing at this stage. Lu Fengrou's absence would not affect them much.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.

Saturday. The special training class today was not conducted at night — it was in the morning.

Soon after sunrise, Fang Ping and the others did not go to the usual classroom for lessons. Instead, they went to a martial arts training classroom in Block No. 6.

The instructor this time was not Bai Ruoxi.

It was not long after Fang Ping and the rest had arrived when Luo Yichuan entered the classroom.

Once he had entered the classroom, he spoke bluntly, "Everyone here knows about the Catacombs?"

The students all nodded.