The classroom was extremely quiet.
The rustling of all the "classmates" writing had stopped, even the teacher was frozen.
Soon, the surroundings began to twist, and a bonfire appeared out of nowhere.
Wen Xishu saw an utterly exaggerated scene, as if heaven and earth had been lifted up.
Or rather, it was like pages being turned in a book, and the page that belonged to the eerie classroom had been flipped over.
In its place was another page.
When the new environment generated, what Wen Xishu saw was a gigantic library, boundless, just like what he'd gone through in the second painting.
But Reid—was gone.
At this moment, Reid was on an England-style street, continuing his trial.
[Reid, you're a reliable partner. Even though you're not the one I'm screening for, you've performed very well. But unfortunately, the rules of Pen Town can't be changed at will, not even by me who set them.]
