Shock still lingered in their eyes like ripples that refused to settle.
Even Qiao Mei… the oldest among them and the most composed on ordinary days, was staring at Lin Feng as if she were looking at some ancient monster wearing human skin.
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
The scene she had just witnessed completely overturned her understanding of cultivation.
Consecutive breakthroughs.
From the lower stages of Core Formation all the way to the peak in mere minutes.
That was something only legends spoke of.
Yet it had just happened before their eyes.
And their teacher had orchestrated it as casually as pouring a cup of tea.
Lin Feng's gaze eventually shifted toward Yuan Bao.
The big fatty immediately stiffened.
His round face had lost all color.
The chubby cheeks that usually bounced with laughter were now trembling uncontrollably.
Sweat rolled down his forehead like rainwater sliding off a roof.
Absolute fear.
Pure, undisguised terror.
