Yang Dao woke up from the epiphany in the evening. He let out a deep breath as he did. The boy had been standing in one position for almost a whole day but he was not tired. The gentle breeze tussled his long hair, and a faint smile surfaced on his lips and he watched the sun going down on the horizon.
He stretched his body a bit and then walked back inside the study room with a refreshed mood. He found that Feng Yun was still reading books and the pile was now as tall as two meters. He asked, "Do you plan to write a thesis on your visit here?"
Feng Yun smiled and said, "Only by learning constantly can we grow, Dao."
Yang Dao was aware of this but he was only teasing the lady. He said, "I have an idea about how to deal with things at hand."
