After the feast, Rongcheng City gradually quieted down.
Even for the College Entrance Exam top scholars, with future prospects as limitless as the skies, there were a few or perhaps one each year.
If it wasn't for Rongcheng City's very first occurrence of such an event, people would have forgotten about it after seeing the news, and it wouldn't have caused a sensation.
Even so, after causing a period of heated discussion, everything returned to normal.
Those who should work, worked; those who should slack, slacked.
Jiang Ding's life remained the same as always, a mundane routine between home, library, and school cultivation room without any change.
Each time during the summer vacation, Jiang Yuan, who played games and watched television, would feel a sense of guilt upon seeing him.
After several days, he completely adapted.
Unknowingly,
two months passed.
"I wish you all a prosperous path on the Immortal Path!"
