The bad hearted cultivator glanced at another student who was surrounded by faint spiritual fluctuations. Then he looked at himself. Nothing. Not even the slightest sensation.
He could not understand it.
"Why am I not among the people receiving enlightenment?" The question nearly came out as a shout. He was genuinely angry.
He had come here specifically because Lin Feng was famous throughout the academy. He had expected that listening to the Medicine King personally teach would bring him some sort of benefit.
Yet thousands of people around him were experiencing breakthroughs while he received absolutely nothing. Was there something wrong with Lin Feng's teaching?
Or was there something wrong with him? The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
His face reddened slightly, and for a moment he wanted to stand up and demand an explanation. But his reason ultimately prevailed. He knew that making a scene here would be foolish.
