"The flow of time in this world differs from that of the outside world, so there's no rush to cultivate this spell."
Tian Lin carried plenty of Cold Fragrance Leaves and was not at all worried about running out.
Moreover, cultivating spells didn't consume much Cold Fragrance Leaves.
He simply entered the private school, listening to a young man delivering moral essays.
Time quickly passed, and when evening approached, villagers had arrived at the private school gates to call their children back for dinner.
The young man on the podium took this as an opportunity to end the class, while the children stood up to pay their respects, then dashed out of the classroom.
At this point, only the young man and Tian Lin remained in the private school. Just as Tian Lin was about to speak, a voice sounded behind him:
"Sir, I ask, is there truly an Immortal in this world?"
The suddenness of the voice caused Tian Lin, who was about to stand up, to turn his head immediately.
