The students trickled out of the classroom, leaving only Mo Ling and Bai Zhou sitting in silence.
After a long while, Bai Zhou finally spoke.
"Was my lecture alright?"
"It was very interesting. I feel like I learned a lot myself," Mo Ling praised.
Hearing Mo Ling's praise, Bai Zhou smiled again.
"But why are you teaching them how to become immortals? Didn't you say before that they've all become immortals already?"
Mo Ling asked, confused, as he watched the young children walk away in the distance.
Bai Zhou's smile vanished in an instant.
His eyes widened. He stared blankly ahead and muttered, "Of course they have. Otherwise, they wouldn't be here."
"They have…"
Bai Zhou was still in a daze, so Mo Ling repeated his question.
But Bai Zhou gave the same answer.
"They have…"
'Something still seems off about him.'
Just as Mo Ling was wondering what to do, Bai Zhou shot to his feet and walked over to him.
