"Indeed, such a gentleman!" Ouyang Yan sighed as he watched Feng Qiwu's receding figure.
He and Han Wenxin had only just arrived not long ago, and Feng Qiwu had finished asking his questions—as if it were so coincidental when it had seemed their conversation was in full swing. Moreover, it was already dusk; wanting them to consult with Dean Zhuge after their talk was too late, a bit against etiquette. The rules of the Confucian sect dictate that the interactions between teacher and student are not as casual as those in other sects.
'If Wenxin had chosen Feng Qiwu, I wouldn't be this angry...' Ouyang Yan glanced at the silent Han Wenxin beside him and thought to himself.
No... Ouyang Yan silently shook his head. Nobody is acceptable. Mountain River Academy would never involve itself in the struggle for the throne; that is an iron law.
