Time flew by, months and days passing like a shuttle.
In an inconspicuous corner of Pangu Continent, the 18th human civilization developed unprecedentedly for twenty-four years.
This year, Lu Yuan was sixty-six years old.
Compared to his long lifespan, this period of time was just a drop in the ocean.
Apart from a temperament that grew even more composed, his appearance had barely changed.
Yet these twenty-four years were unprecedentedly fulfilling, as if he had switched from a wandering, destitute life to a relatively stable one.
He was mainly responsible for the education of over fifty thousand children, teasing the girls (and only teasing), researching engravings, studying the science of creating extraordinary items, and reflecting on the development of civilization—it was indeed a very comfortable twenty-four years.
On this day, a grand graduation ceremony took place at Green Grass School near the Opium poppy tree.
The first batch of the smartest children... graduated!
