After spending sixty years as the greatest martial artist in the world, the System suddenly kicked me back into the college entrance exam hall?!
Proctor: "You can't bring a calligraphy brush or a sword into the exam hall."
Me, on reflex: "How dare you! I am..."
As the whole class fell silent, the speakers began playing the English listening test:
"How are you?"
Me, using the secret art of voice transmission: "I'm fine, thank you... Wait, the answer to this one is C!"
Now everyone at school is saying there's a lunatic in Class 7, Senior Year, but nobody knows I still keep a copy of Five Years of Cultivation, Three Years of Tribulation in my desk...
