Wei He watched Ding Luoying's light, graceful dance. What he felt was not appreciation, but helplessness.
He had already recognized traces of Xuanmiao Sect martial arts in her movements and footwork.
The martial arts once used to defeat enemies and hunt demons were now only fit for teaching children how to dance?
"Sir, are you looking to enroll your child in a class? If you want Teacher Ding's class, you may need to wait a while. Her classes are all full at the moment," the short staff member at the side explained apologetically.
"Mm, I understand." Wei He withdrew his gaze. He no longer wanted to disturb the girl's life.
"I'll come back when Teacher Ding has an opening."
He turned around and, before the staff member could say anything, walked out of the institution's entrance, through the corridor, and into a descending elevator whose doors had just opened.
An elevator advertisement still hung in one corner, promoting children's milk powder.
The bright, colorful image made Wei He feel, in a daze, as though he had returned to his previous life.
Memories of that previous life, blurred by two hundred years, suddenly became clear at this moment.
He had originally intended to visit the Wei family again, but seeing the current state of the Xuanmiao Sect left him somewhat disheartened.
What would be the point of going? He would only see a group of descendants he did not know.
They did not know him, and he did not know them. How were they any different from strangers?
The elevator slowly descended one floor at a time.
Soon, it chimed.
The elevator doors opened, and Wei He quickly squeezed out with the crowd inside.
He did not linger, walking straight toward the mall's main exit.
"Eh!?" A long-haired girl in a