By the edge of the mire, a chill crept into the hearts of all the students.
In the Deceitful Realm, everything seemed to follow a certain logic, yet it was also completely illogical.
Mr. Gao pointed at the treacherous mire and called it the classroom. Not only did he call it that, but he also clasped his hands behind his back, held his head high, and strode into the bog.
But the soft, wet mud didn't swallow him. The moment his feet touched the mire, they instantly mutated, sprouting countless radiating tentacles!
The dense mass of tentacles pierced through his black, multi-layered cloth shoes, weaving themselves into two round discs like Pillows. These discs held his short frame steady upon the sodden mire, not only preventing him from sinking but allowing him to walk on it as if it were solid ground.
He walked quickly to the center of the mire, then turned to face the group of white-haired students.
