"Bro, can you teach me the method of cultivation?" Dai Yu suddenly asked.
"Cultivation?" Wang Xiaoqiang was surprised and said, "Cultivation is not as easy as composing poetry; it's a very challenging matter. Not only does it involve enduring great physical pain, but it also involves a lot of psychological struggle. Have you considered this? I'm worried you might not be able to handle it."
"Afraid of what? Even someone as delicate as Ann Miaoyi can cultivate, so why can't I?" Dai Yu said stubbornly.
"Alright, if you want to cultivate, I'll teach you the method of cultivation." Wang Xiaoqiang patted Dai Yu's fragrant shoulder and said with a smile.
Soon, the two of them entered the cafeteria of Yueyang Academy, which was huge and filled with students. Upon seeing newcomers Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu, everyone looked up to scrutinize them.
Just like those freshmen who have just entered the academy, paying attention to them was quite normal.
