The scholar's cold voice hit the ground, and Wang Anfeng's expression hesitated slightly. Ci Yuan frowned, and Wu Changqing stroked his beard, then opened his mouth to persuade:
"Why must you be so obstinate, sir?"
"It's inevitable for Anfeng to go out. You can't…"
Scholar Ying glanced at him with contempt and sneered:
"Have I ever said that I forbid him from going out?"
The youth opened his mouth and asked:
"Then, are you granting me permission to study at the Academy, sir?"
"Not permitted."
Wu Changqing, who was on the side and got a headache from the scholar's reply, smiled wryly and interjected, "If sir has a better idea, why not share it openly…"
Scholar Ying, standing with his hands behind his back, said:
"I allow him to go to the Academy. He should see the world, understand scholarship."
