Mo Fan was not in a rush to return to Fanxue Mountain. He went back to the Magic City first.
Zhang Xiaohou had to stay in the Qinling Mountains. If the Silver Skyruler was indeed the Emperor of Feathers, he would have a lot of work to do.
If the Silver Skyruler was not the Emperor of Feathers, it would be a lot easier for Zhang Xiaohou to manage the Qinling Mountains. After all, he was someone who had been blessed and acknowledged by the Tree of Vows. Some of the ancient winged tribes would respect an expert like him. He would be able to resolve many of the threats in the Qinling Mountains with ease.
Zhao Manyan, on the other hand, was complaining about going back to the Magic City. He had a few luxurious houses in the Magic City. Each house was like a canary that he was hiding. As such, whenever he went back to the Magic City, he would be living the life of an ancient emperor.
It had been a while since Mo Fan last visited his two female roommates. Mo Fan subconsciously raised his head when he saw the faces that were a lot younger than him as he walked through the entrance of the Pearl Institute.
Mo Fan was only an Intermediate Mage when he first came here.
Now that he had achieved the Super Level, he was even stronger than most of the teachers of the Pearl Institute. The thought of it made Mo Fan feel even more proud!
"Ah, isn't that Mo Fan!?"
"Who's Mo Fan?"
"He's Mo Fan, the winner of the World College Tournament!" A girl with round glasses looked at Mo Fan in astonishment. Her eyes flickered with excitement.
Mo Fan followed her gaze and made eye contact with her!
Finally, someone recognized him on the spot. He had no idea what was wrong with his countrymen. As long as he wasn't a super handsome celebrity, and there weren't many cameras following him, it was impossible for him to be recognized. Mo Fan had wanted to be recognized many times in public, just so he could satisfy his vanity!
This time, there was finally someone he recognized, and it was a sweet-looking girl. Although her round eyes revealed a somewhat dull temperament, she didn't look old-fashioned at all. Instead, due to the small butterfly design next to her glasses, she was particularly fashionable.
Mo Fan maintained his smile like an idol. He calmly waited for the girl to pounce on him. He estimated the girl to be a C-cup. She was so petite, yet she was already a C-cup. Her body proportions were enough to make a person's ego inflate.
"It's really Mo Fan! Wow, I heard that he went back to the school last month. I didn't expect to stumble into him here!" a man who was obviously a new student said.
"I came to the Pearl Institute because of Mo Fan. I even gave up on to the Imperial Capital City," another new student said.
Mo Fan stood there and listened to everyone's praises and adoration. He had a smile on his face as if he was used to it, but his mood was already as high as the Pearl Institute.
In the past few years, if he wasn't cultivating, he was overseas, or he was contributing to the peace of the world. It was rare for him to walk around leisurely in public. Therefore, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw so many of his admirers on the green avenue in front of the Pearl Institute.
"Junior Brothers and Sisters, don't be too excited. I'll be back often in the future, so please calm down first." A voice sounded from the entrance.
Mo Fan had already walked into the entrance. He was standing under a tree.
He was a little confused. Who was the one who said his lines? He was clearly still maintaining his smug smile.
Mo Fan looked in the direction of the voice and suddenly realized that his juniors were not surrounding him. Instead, they were running toward a handsome man wearing a wisteria shirt …
"Hey, hey, I'm here, I'm here!" Mo Fan hurriedly said when he saw the girl with round glasses that he liked jogging past him.
The girl turned around and glanced at Mo Fan. From the doubt in her eyes, Mo Fan could read a few words: Is there something wrong with this person?
Mo Fan was dumbfounded, too. The people on the boulevard who were relatively agitated had already rushed to the entrance. Those who were relatively calm stopped in their tracks and stared at the man in the wisteria shirt from afar.
"The Great Demon of the past has almost become the symbol of our Pearl Institute. I really don't know what kind of luck Mo Fan has," a senior student said with a little jealousy.
Those who called Mo Fan the Great Demon were basically those from the same batch as Mo Fan. Mo Fan and the people around him had graduated early. However, there were still a lot of people from the same batch who were bitterly training in the Pearl Institute for the sake of the graduation medal.
Mo Fan did not recognize this student. He asked curiously, "Brother, do you know me?"
"Who are you? Why would I know you … Eh? You look a little … familiar …" The student looked at Mo Fan carefully. After a while, he snorted and said, "Is there something wrong with your brains? Mo Fan is amazing, but you can't model him like this. You have the same hairstyle, the same style of dressing, and the same skin tone. Why don't you just go for plastic surgery? What a twisted mind!"
"Friend, this is my original appearance. I didn't imitate or do any plastic surgery. I am Mofan. Look carefully," Mofan pointed at his face and said.
The student looked at it seriously again. After a while, his expression changed. "You're really Mofan?"
"Yes, I am." Mofan nodded.
This freshman had obviously seen Mofan before at the freshmen ceremony and other places. He showed a surprised expression, glancing at Mofan and then at the person at the door.
"To be honest, even though you're a low-level version of Mofan, I think you're more like the real one," a senior student from the same batch said.
Mo Fan's face darkened. Low-spec version?
How could that be called a high-level version? It was more like a flirtatious version!
Mofan admitted that he usually wore simple clothes, and did not like to dress up. However, it did not necessarily mean he was the real deal when he wore colorful clothes.
Heavens, someone was impersonating him!
He even came all the way to the Pearl Institute! There were so many beautiful girls in the Pearl Institute, yet he was impersonating him. How vicious was he!?
Mofan's phone rang as he was about to beat someone up.
Mofan glanced at the caller ID. It was Mu Nujiao. He immediately picked up the call.
"Someone told me that you were recognized at the entrance, and that you were surrounded by juniors?" Mu Nujiao's voice sounded cunning.
Mofan did not inform Mu Nujiao when he came back. He was only planning to do a spot check. Perhaps he would see two canaries in their underwear. It was obvious that Mu Nujiao was referring to the person at the entrance.
"Even I can't believe it. Someone is f * * king impersonating me!" Mo Fan snapped, looking at the handsome man at the entrance.
"Ah? I know a lot of people have impersonated you in the past few years, but impersonating you … and impersonating you at the school, that's too weird, "Mu Nujiao said.
"That guy does look a little like me, but are these juniors blind? In terms of handsomeness, he's a few levels lower than me, yet they still mistook him for someone else!" Mo Fan was initially in a good mood, but the imposter had completely ruined his mood.
"I'm still some distance away from the school. I'll be there soon."
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