127 Eating His Own Shoes

"Ahem!" Elder Yao suddenly cleared his throat loudly, trying to relieve some of his anxiety, but alas, it barely helped him keep calm.

"W-Welcome, disciples. F-For today's lecture… I will be… giving a lecture… on..." Elder Yao spoke in a trembling voice, feeling as though he was a child with stage fright while standing on the stage for the first time, and he could barely complete a full sentence without stuttering.

When the disciples saw this, they silently looked at each other with their eyebrows raised and their gazes full of questions. Why was Elder Yao acting so weird? It seemed like he was on the verge of a breakdown from the disciples' view.

"Are you okay, Elder Yao? You don't look so good." One of the Inner Court disciples there decided to ask him.

"I am fine… Just feeling a little under the weather…" Elder Yao responded a moment later.

'Feeling under the weather?' The disciples became even more puzzled after hearing such words.