For this reason, the aristocratic families who were on good terms with Xia Ji would comfort him.
The aristocratic families who had a bad relationship with Xia Ji would mock him.
Regardless of whether it was consolation or mockery, the youth was no longer a youth. He held his black hair up and had some stubble that he had not had time to clean up as he walked through the mountains and rivers of this chaotic world.
Don't ask about the world, only ask about books.
Ji Xuanru had been a child for ten years. This half-dragon who had enjoyed a thousand years of incense had finally forgotten his original identity, as if his past identity had become a memory of his previous life.
He had already merged with the future and became the true chosen one.
He also washed away his original exaggeration and truly considered himself a disciple.
Although the two of them had a leather contract, they never mentioned it again. The master and disciple walked together.
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