Bai Rouyun glanced out the window. The treetops were fluttering in the wind, the breeze drifting through the leaves, creating a rustling sound that unknowingly calmed the listeners.
The voice of the teacher was ringing in the background, but Bai Rouyun was not capable of focusing on the lectures.
Bai Rouyun and Dongfang Yu had said their farewell to the other youngsters of the Saintly Cloud Sect the day before, but after parting ways, a strange feeling had enveloped her.
She did not know what this emotion meant, and she could not help but feel restless. Her body was tingling with unrest, feeling it torturous to sit down, waiting for the lecture to end.
Although she was not sure what was going on, her heart was aching badly, as if something bad was likely to happen, but everything seemed normal.
Retracting her eyes from the outside, Bai Rouyun glanced at the various students in the class, and her eyes rested on Dongfang Yu for a moment.