The remnant soul of the Master of the Pen seemed to sink into memory as well, his voice slowly drifting out.
"At first, I was only a schoolteacher, and naturally, I lived in our Benevolent Kingdom. I had not even been to many places within the Benevolent Kingdom.
But later, for reasons I never understood, a band of mountain bandits came and slaughtered our settlement.
After that, a cultivator saved me. He was very kind. Seeing that I had no home to return to, and that some of his disciples happened to need a teacher, he brought me to his mountain sect.
Only after I arrived did I learn that I had indeed been lucky. It was a sect of the Confucian Dao.
At first, I only wanted to teach, but later, the cultivator who had rescued me discovered that I also had a talent for cultivation, so he allowed me to cultivate. My talent seemed passable, and my cultivation advanced without much pause.
At the same time, I also began to realize how vast our Benevolent Kingdom was. Although I had begun cultivating, the range of my activities was still within our Benevolent Kingdom.
At that time, I even only knew of the Benevolent Kingdom. I did not know of the nations outside.
Until one day, my teacher suddenly informed me that I was to attend a martial arts gathering. At that time, there would be many cultivators from other countries. Only then did I learn that our Benevolent Kingdom belonged to the Great Jin Dynasty, and within the Great Jin Dynasty, there were not many countries like our Benevolent Kingdom.
That time, I did not reach the very end, but I learned of the outside world and saw the Heavenly Prodigies of other countries.
After that, as my