"Zhang Chen, feudal superstition is absolutely unacceptable. Otherwise, you'll be arrested! When that happens, your future will be ruined, and your family will be pointed at and scorned." Bai Ziling led Zhang Chen along as she earnestly lectured him.
To be honest, Bai Ziling herself was quite puzzled today. Logically, although she and Zhang Chen attended the same school, they had merely met by chance. She should not have said such things. Yet for some reason, she found herself feeling a faint trace of concern for him.
Perhaps his pure eyes attracted me. Whenever Bai Ziling thought of Zhang Chen's clear eyes, free of any desire, ripples stirred layer upon layer within her heart.
"I understand. Thank you for your concern." Zhang Chen arrived before the bookshelf, thanked Bai Ziling, then picked up a book from the shelf and began reading quietly.
Books about feudal superstitions such as the Yellow Heaven Dao were not permitted to be borrowed.
Zhang Chen opened the yellowed book, and Bai Ziling said from beside him, "They're all things meant to play at gods and ghosts. They have no value."
Zhang Chen quietly flipped through the book, while Bai Ziling picked up another and said, "I've read all these books. They roughly record the biographies of the immortals and gods of the Yellow Heaven Dao, including the last Grand Worthy Teacher of the Yellow Heaven Dao: Zhang Chen!"
At that, Bai Ziling paused and turned to glance at Zhang Chen. "You know, his name is very similar to yours. Going by pronunciation, there's no way to tell the difference between your names."
Zhang Chen smiled at that and joked, "Could it be that I'm that Zhang Chen?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If the followers of the Yellow Heaven Dao heard you, you'd be in serious trouble."