Grass, a supposedly useless martial soul, to level eleven at just nine years old is already quite peculiar. It would be worth keeping an eye on him."Back in the dorm, it was still a mess. Nobody woul..."There's a glimmer in Long Hengxu's eyes, "Their talent is exceptional; ordinary teaching won't do. How about this: on top of the existing five classes, we establish a special class. The academy's best instructors will focus on teaching these gifted first-year students. From the junior department to the future senior department, they'll spend at least eight or nine years in the academy. As long as they are guided well, our East Sea Academy will surely shine brightly in the future!"s time, they hadn't even walked out for a minute when suddenly, Wu Changkong grabbed Tang Wulin's shoulder with one hand. Then Tang Wulin felt a blur before his eyes, as if countless lights were flick...