章 90: Bastard

"So… will you be joining this class?" Yuan Bo asked student Feng Shen, who stood next to him.

However, as he looked ahead, he shook his head lightly, a faint trace of disappointment crossing his face behind his mask.

'Stupid horny brats… If only I could've chosen one student…' Yuan Bo glanced at the young man standing next to him…

In his eyes, a true cultivator was meant to transcend such base desires, striving instead for clarity of mind and mastery over the self.

To be consumed by lust or lack control over one's emotions was to stray from the true path of cultivation—a path that demanded discipline, focus, and unwavering resolve.

Feng Shen rubbed his chin, his fingers tracing slow circles as if deep in thought, though his casual demeanor betrayed any real seriousness.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he followed the instructor's gaze.

"Sure~ if it speeds up the class," Feng Shen drawled, his tone laced with mock indifference.