"..."
Chen Beixuan's hand, which was lifting his tea, froze in mid-air.
The office fell deathly silent.
There was no cliché scene of him spitting out his tea.
This seasoned vice-dean, who had seen it all, simply set his cup down slowly. The bottom of the cup met the rosewood desk with a dull thud.
Even through the holographic network, Han Feng could feel a heavy, oppressive mental pressure bearing down on him.
"The Enlightenment Realm..."
Chen Beixuan's voice was terrifyingly low. He stared intently at Han Feng's face, as if trying to peer into his very soul.
"An ordinary genius, even if they were propped up with medicine, would need half a year of grinding. How many days have you been back? Seven?"
"Han Feng, tell me honestly."
"Have you been practicing some kind of Demon Forbidden Technique that overdrafts your life potential?
If you have, it's not too late to cripple your technique now. Don't throw your life away just for a bit of speed!"
