About This Long, About This Big

"I'm just a scholar. I can't tell much."

Upon hearing Feng Xia's question, the teacher shook his head and sighed. "I've more or less heard about your family situation. I thought you had given up on yourself, but I didn't expect you to cultivate to this extent in secret."

A smile appeared on his ordinary face. "I'm very glad that you didn't continue to become depraved. However, you have to remember this at all times…"

The teacher continued to ramble on for a while. Feng Xia did not interrupt and listened patiently.

The other students in the classroom did not show much surprise, as if they were already used to such things.

"I see, I see…"

As Feng Xia listened, he could finally make a rough guess about his current situation.

After he walked into the abandoned classroom, he seemed to have arrived at another time and space. However, Feng Xia did not know if what he was experiencing was just a replay of history or a special illusion.