Several days later.
Clear, resounding recitations drifted continuously from the children's class next door to the academy.
Wei He sat by a desk with the other students, quietly listening in the classroom as the instructor explained the lesson from the platform.
This was Western Continent Wende Academy, the largest academy in all of the Western Continent, responsible for teaching martial artists and ordinary people all manner of foundational knowledge.
Classical literature, basic mathematics, a little rudimentary physics, and astronomy were all included.
An elderly instructor surnamed Xu stood at the front, repeatedly explaining the seventh meaning and form of the character "xuan" in True Text.
Wei He sat below, bored out of his mind as he silently cultivated his meditative art.
True Text was a common ancient script used in star arrays and many ancient books.
For instance, part of the writing of the former Great Wu dynasty had belonged to True Text.
It possessed an inexplicable, mysterious power, somewhat like pictographs.
Yet it was not entirely pictographic, and was often used in many decorations and star-array carvings.
Thus, this script could be used in many places.
And in ancient ruins, most areas used True Text.
During his years in the Xuanmiao Sect, Wei He had naturally learned and mastered it long ago. Sitting here now was merely a repeated waste of time.
There were only fifteen people in his class.
Only a small number, like him, were disciples of Grandmasters. Most of the rest were relatives and descendants of Grandmasters. Though they were not disciples, their status was no lower.
Not just anyone was qualified to attend lessons on True Text.
Therefore, at Western Continent Wende Academy, this class was a special class established specifically for privileged people like them.
Wei He swept his gaze over the classmates seated