At the end of the ten morning bells, ‘Qiu Yijian’ in the pavilion opened his eyes.
It clicks on two people in a row.
One is Mi August and the other is a disciple of Laosheng.
The former was pointed to the top student seat opposite the pavilion, and the latter was pointed to the place next to the pavilion where the book of justice stood yesterday.
Being low-key and inconspicuous was once again insulated from Mi August.
Both the old students from the previous class and the freshmen from this class all focused their attention on her.
Mi August was neither humble nor arrogant, and his expression did not change.
Master Qiu, the dummy, started today’s lecture.
At the same time, the situation in Zenghua Plaza was being watched by a group of people.
“He is gifted and has a good mind. He is not afraid of danger and is not frightened by favor or disgrace.”
“So far, she has indeed performed well, but it is just outstanding and cannot reach the unprecedented level of fame.”
“I prefer Gongyi Shu’s character. He is bold and courageous, both coarse and fine. After today, this generation of disciples will be led by him.”
“The rule-breaking group has always been more sharp than the rule-breaking group on the surface, but in fact, in my opinion, the Book of Justice is also under her control.” The person who spoke smiled slightly and waved his sleeves.
A picture album flew out of his sleeve.
The scroll unfolds.
The layout of Zhizhiyuan appears inside.
Inside the courtyard gate.
Three-dimensional paper figures appeared one by one, with names written on each figure.
Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a reappearance of the rivalry between the two disciples who had just entered the sect.
The spiritual pressure that should be invisible to the naked eye is also reflected in the painting, turning into thin lines and flowing between the paper figures.
Hundreds of small streams of spiritual pressure mixed together and rolled towards the paper figure with the name of the book of justice written on it. The spiritual pressure on the book of justice became more obvious, resisting all the external streams, and using these streams to hone oneself of spiritual pressure.
One of the purposes of the Book of Righteousness, which Mi August guessed at the beginning, was clearly revealed here.
Looking at the other newborn paper figures around, it’s clear who was really forced back by the thin stream of water and who was pretending to be weak and retreating. Among them, the aura around the paper figure with Mi August’s name written on it is not as overt as the book of justice, but it moisturizes things silently and endlessly.
“The spiritual power is endless, far beyond that of a mid-level soul boy. Coupled with the information collected by the spirit ship, there is no doubt that he is an extremely spiritual body.”