Ethan stared at the Fengling Mountain disciples and felt as if he was in another world. The faces in front of him seemed extremely strange, yet extremely familiar.
For a moment, he even had the illusion that cold water was poured down his spine.
These faces gradually flashed before his eyes: he had taught this person to hold a sword, he had swam with that person, and he had also taught that disciple over there who had bullied the younger generation because of his youthful arrogance...
Ethan has always boasted that he has a photographic memory, especially good at remembering people's faces and names. The names these people reported were like a rusty copper key, which burst open a door that had been sealed for years. Countless names came flooding in, echoing in Ethan's ears.
------During the evening class, he held the Fengling roster and called the names, from the first to the 3,060th. It always took an hour to call the names. Ethan always liked to be lazy, and he would just randomly call the names of a hundred people and think that the job was done.
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