Chunshan Academy.
The old scholar had already traveled across continents and returned to the Central Plains Confucian Temple.
If he delayed any longer, the Temple would probably come knocking at his door to curse him out.
Before leaving, the old scholar had exchanged a few words with the young Daoist.
Immortal Wei felt a wave of sorrow. So this was Immortal Master Cao's teacher? The old gentleman looked kindly enough, but the trouble was, he seemed just about as poor as I am.
Xiao Mo walked beside Chen Ping'an and said, "His Majesty managed to pretend he was calm at the wine table. But once he left and got into his carriage, his nerves began to churn. It seems you put quite a bit of pressure on him, Young Master."
Chen Ping'an smiled. "I just chatted about this and that. Clever people like to read too much into things. That can be good or bad."
For example, he had asked His Majesty whether scholars discussing politics ought to judge the matter at hand, and whether cultivators, before acting, ought to question their own hearts.
Now that Cui Chan was no longer National Teacher, the Great Li Song Clan's meritorious nobles from Wei Township in Hua County were making the most noise on the fringes of court, led by the Imperial Clan Court. Should His Majesty rein them in? And how?
The Great Li Dynasty had once carved its laws into stone tablets and erected them on the mountains. In the half of Treasure Bottle Continent south of the Secondary Capital and the Grand River, Great Li's former vassals had regained their kingdoms by agreement, on the strength of their wartime achievements. Some had begun removing those tablets from mountains within their borders. Should the Great Li imperial court honor the