Moonlight gently sprinkled over the mountain forest.
A dense fog spread out, surrounding an old building with flickering lights in the night.
On the 7th floor of the building, the corridor was dark and silent, utterly devoid of any voices.
Only one room, with a sign "Truth and Meditation Joint Practice" pasted on the door, revealed some light.
Inside the office, two figures leaned over the desk, quietly discussing matters.
One of them was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a lean appearance.
It was Instructor Chen, who guided people like Fang Cheng in their meditation practices.
Sitting behind the desk was a fat old man with a wrinkly face.
His brows were tightly furrowed, looking worried, as he muttered to himself:
"At this juncture, we are indeed besieged on all sides. If only the president could recover soon and return in time..."
Then he suddenly raised his head and asked:
"How have the recent batch of students been performing?"
