At this exact, quiet moment, inside a brightly lit lecture hall of the elite academy, a young man who had been slumped over his mahogany desk sleeping soundly suddenly bolted straight upright, his chair screeching violently against the polished floor, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"NO!"
The desperate, agonized roar tore through the quiet academic atmosphere like a sudden thunderclap.
This sudden outburst stunned every single student in the room into complete, wide-eyed silence.
Over sixty young cultivators, scions of prominent clans, and talented disciples froze mid-note, turning their heads in utter disbelief to stare directly at him with bewildered, mocking, or annoyed expressions.
At the front of the hall, the esteemed master teacher holding an ancient scripture bamboo scroll stopped speaking mid-sentence.
His brow furrowed into a deep, displeased frown, and his sharp, reprimanding gaze locked onto the gasping youth.
