"Teacher? Teacher?"

Xiao Yan shouted for a while in the same spot, but the white-robed girl did not appear again. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but when he thought of the scroll in his arms, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Since his teacher didn't show up, he left the back mountain directly.

Along the way, he ignored the people who mocked him. After returning to his room, he locked the door and sat cross-legged on the bed. He took out the scroll and opened it, placing his hand on it.