"Looks like we can start watching movies again."
As she spoke, Fu Ji eagerly watched the shifting light and shadows before them.
As the scene unfolded, what appeared before Zhang Yu and the others seemed to be a school.
Children of all ages ate and lived together in this school, receiving instruction and learning knowledge together every day.
And there was only one teacher in the entire school.
"Tan Taizhen."
Looking at that familiar face, Zhang Yu said, "What period was this? She was once a schoolteacher?"
Watching Tan Taizhen's gentle appearance, watching her cherish and raise the children every day, Zhan Xian said, "Hard to imagine... Immortal Venerable Tai Zhen had such a side to her."
Fu Ji said, "Did you notice? The children here never go outside, and no one ever comes to see them. Doesn't it look like an orphanage?" Under everyone's gaze, Yun Taizhen carefully tended to the children in the orphanage every day. Not only did she cook personally, sometimes she even fed the children mouthful by mouthful.
Even when teaching them to read and write every day, teaching all manner of the most basic Immortal Dao knowledge, she was endlessly patient, as though she regarded every student as her own child.
Fu Ji said thoughtfully, "But the students here don't seem to like talking much. Every one of them is dull and withdrawn, and all they do is grin foolishly."
And Zhang Yu noticed that as time passed, the weather seemed to grow slightly overcast, while Tan Taizhen, who had originally cared for all the students, became somewhat irritable.
"Haven't I taught this Breathing Technique segment many times already? How did you forget it again?"
"I don't have time to cook today. Just eat whatever."
"Why can't you still learn it? How many times