After several hours passed, Ye Bei and Wang An could be seen walking on the street of the Confucian Temple.
But Wang An at this time wore completely different clothes from when he first came. The old blouse was already discarded by him. He currently wore a new tunic Suit, making him look like an old elder of a certain rich family instead of a rickety old man.
Actually, this new suit was bought by Ye Bei and was gifted to him.
Ye Bei was walking directly in the middle of the street.
His tranquil gaze looked at the scenery on both sides faintly.
It rained heavily yesterday, but it was sunnily clear today.
Wang An followed behind him closely.
The two of them were quite eye-catching when they walked on this street.
But the atmosphere at this moment was quite dull.
"Master, are you going to leave the Confucian Temple directly now?" After walking tens of meters, Wang An always felt that this silent atmosphere was a bit scary.
