Wang Wei looked at the young man before him dressed in a blue literary robe, giving a free and easy atmosphere as if he were an ambitious scholar who wanted to measure the world with his feet. He compared it with the sage-like elderly man in his memory.
"Headmaster Bai Han? No, I should call you Young Master Bai Han," Wang Wei said calmly. Bai Han looked at him, a complex feeling flashing in his mind. At one time, this person was his junior and someone he saw as a threat. But now, the latter became his father's peer.
Bai Han exhaled softly to compose himself. He cupped his hands and bowed: Empyrean Wang, it's an honor to see you. My father, I mean, the Dean, sent me to welcome you."
Wang Wei looked at him and sighed: "Time is truly a fascinating subject if you look at it through the lens of the human experience. Young Dean Bai, I'm glad I'm no longer your Heart Demon."
