The Privileges of a Constant Walker

The Capital's Temple of Literature stood eight hundred meters outside White Deer Academy.

Though it was only a small three-story building, covering no more than a thousand square meters, its status within the capital was beyond compare.

Whether princes and imperial grandsons or high officials and nobles, anyone passing this place had to lower their proud heads. For the Temple of Literature was the Holy Hall. Even if it was smaller than your family's woodshed, it was still the Holy Hall.

Few ever stepped across the Bluestone Steps outside the Temple of Literature.

They lacked the qualifications.

Even Lin Su, the First Grandmaster of Azure Lotus, could only stop beyond the Bluestone Steps. His gaze slowly lifted, and as if their hearts shared a silent connection, a white-clothed figure suddenly appeared upon the Third Floor Platform.

Lin Su was dressed in white as well.

So was the figure atop the tall building.

The Night Watchman looked quietly at him and smiled faintly. "Once a Guest Among Flowers, now a bedraggled wanderer by the street—what brings you here?"

Lin Su smiled. "I Have a Pot of Wine, enough to comfort the dust of the road!"

The Night Watchman smiled. "Please!"

Two sentences, four lines of poetry, one invitation.

Lin Su drifted upward and ascended to the third floor.

Countless students outside were struck dumb all at once...

Fuck!

I've studied here for three years and never once seen what the Night Watchman looked like.

Today, I saw him!

No one had ever entered the Temple of Literature before. Today, I saw it!

Lin Su stepped into the Temple of Literature, which he had entered once before, and met the Night Watchman, whom he had seen three times before.

With a light wave of the Night Watchman's hand, a chair appeared behind