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In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Zhou Yi had become wildly popular in the Scripture Hall, bonding with the disciples.
After all, who would reject a person who lectured profoundly, had a gentle disposition, and also owned a collection of rare editions of storybooks?
On this particular day, the lecture had ended.
The disciples in the hall bowed in thanks, quietly waiting for the master to leave before dispersing.
Zhou Yi didn't return to the Hundred Flowers Valley but instead turned to a side hall. Before long, more than ten disciples had gathered one after another.
"Greetings, Master Zhou."
"Dispense with the formalities."
Zhou Yi waved his hand to have everyone be seated and brought out a century-old Soul Soothing Intoxication. "Xiao lad, why so serious? Come and pour the drinks."