Dance Tool Dao Academy.
The students, who were in the middle of a class, suddenly felt a slight tremor and exchanged glances in confusion.
Ma Xiaoming, who was lecturing at the podium, also put down his textbook and looked up towards the direction of the Treasure Trove with a puzzled expression.
Fortunately, the disturbance didn't last long, and the presence of the Nascent Soul Superior headmaster in the Daoist Academy meant nobody was overly concerned.
"Class, let's continue. Turn your textbooks to..."
Ma Xiaoming cleared his throat. He had just spoken a few words when the slight disturbance suddenly returned.
This time, he could not ignore it.
After leaving a message to self-study, he walked out of the classroom.
It wasn't just him; teachers from the neighboring classrooms also came out, and after exchanging looks, none of them had any answers.
Just as he was about to call the academic director, Che Yucheng had already sent a message in the teacher's group chat.