Li Weide finally understood what enlightenment felt like.
After that sudden realization came an explosive surge of power... and it left him indescribably refreshed.
It was like solving a math problem that had troubled him for a very long time.
It was a satisfaction of both body and spirit.
Li Weide put away the diary and sank his mind into his soul.
There, the outer garment of his soul had half peeled away, and the exposed true body of his soul shone with dazzling brilliance...
Early the next morning.
Hufflepuff was the first to wake.
She was always the first to wake.
After Hufflepuff got up and washed, she began preparing breakfast.
While she was making breakfast, Slytherin and Gryffindor got up as well—one feeding the horses, the other brushing them.
Ravenclaw was the last to get up, because among them, she was always the last to fall asleep.
And every time she woke, she would find her face covered by a book...
Li Weide had once advised her that although studying was important, she still needed to rest and should stay up late less often.
But it had little effect. In her words, without the smell of books, she could not sleep...
When everyone finished their round of chores and came back ready for breakfast, they discovered that their teacher, who had always risen early, still had not appeared.
At first, they did not take it seriously, but even when morning class time was drawing near, their teacher still had not shown up...
Hufflepuff went to knock on the door, wanting to wake their teacher, but there was no response at all, as if there were no one inside the room.
Everyone's heart sank.
"Teacher couldn't have... quietly left, could he?" Gryffindor asked nervously.
"He wouldn't." Ravenclaw bit