Zhang Chen and Zhong Wu Bai discussed the Dao for half a day, not stopping until the sun stood three poles high.
Zhang Chen jumped down from the carriage and stretched his limbs, leaving Zhou Qiucheng seated inside. Zhou Qiucheng looked at Zhang Chen, his eyes filled with shock, amazement, disbelief, and other complicated emotions. "I still underestimated you."
Zhang Chen smiled lightly at those words. "Why do you say that, sir?"
Zhou Qiucheng merely smiled without answering. Zhang Chen smiled as well when he saw this, then said, "They were only a few insignificant little matters."
Zhou Qiucheng looked at Zhang Chen speechlessly. He dearly wanted to say, You've really put on quite the act, but that would not suit his status, so he could only let it go with a faint sigh. "I'll set out for the academy at once. Would you like to come with me?"
"I don't have your speed when it comes to traveling, sir." Zhang Chen smiled. "You may go on ahead. I'll follow this large group and take in the splendid rivers and mountains of the Great Victory Dynasty."
Zhou Qiucheng seemed to want to speak, yet held himself back.
Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Qiucheng and felt that he had something to say, so he asked:
"What guidance do you have for me, sir?"
Zhou Qiucheng said, "Forget it. There is nothing much to say. With your abilities, even heaven-shaking matters are no matter at all before you."
He had actually wanted to discuss the two demon gods who had been suppressed. He felt that this matter would sooner or later lead from the Yellow Heaven Dao back to him, and when that time came, it would bring Zhang Chen great trouble. But after considering Zhang Chen's abilities, it seemed he had