"Yan Xuanji? I've never heard such a name..."
"You still have so many friends, after all, you are the Master." Yao Lianrong reflected, coming from a poor family, he came here to do some work for the Master, but also to audit his teachings. Therefore, in his eyes, the Master was the most incredible person in the world.
Ten years ago, in that heavy rain, the Master suddenly appeared in this southern city, and then opened a private school with only a dozen students. The Master must have had the talent of a scholar, but he did not delve deeply into it, only giving them basic education, and then sent them to other private schools to study.
Yao Lianrong had also audited other private schools, but he discovered that the things those well-read Confucian scholars eagerly talked about were occasionally inferior to what the Master had casually said during the basic teachings. Yao Lianrong knew, this was a fundamental difference.
