Zhao Rong had to explain thoroughly before the warm-hearted senior disciple who led him through the backdoor believed he did not have such odd quirks.
After discussing the matter, both of them unanimously expressed no interest in the unbalanced little girl.
The two "like-minded" men exchanged smiles.
After such a misunderstanding, they continued walking on the winding, secluded path along the water in the southeast corner of the Academy.
Soon, Li Jinsu stopped in front of a courtyard nestled in a verdant bamboo forest, leading Zhao Rong in with familiarity.
Upon entering,
a black-haired old man in a wide-sleeved robe was kneeling on a bamboo mat, lecturing.
In front of him, a dozen Academy scholars were respectfully listening at their desks.
At that moment,
the bamboo leaves rustled, and the old man's voice was sonorous.
