"What!?" Lin Che exclaimed.
His voice, usually quiet and deliberately blending into the background of the academy, cracked with genuine shock.
He stared at the master teacher in front of him, who was staring back at him with cold, unyielding, and thoroughly unimpressed eyes.
The master teacher's robes were immaculately pressed, his posture rigid with the casual arrogance of someone who held the power of life and death over lower-class disciples and workers.
"You heard me," the master teacher replied, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth. "You have been chosen to be one of the people who will be sent to the pocket dimension where the students will undergo their test. This is an administrative order directly from the higher-ups. It is not a request, nor is it open for debate."
"But..." Lin Che wanted to argue, but a single glare from the teacher shut him up, and he could only swallow his words.
