Xu Yi's lectures went more and more smoothly.
Numerology was a discipline that depended on hard skills. You either had it or you didn't.
There was no doubt Xu Yi had it.
Word of mouth spread his fame farther and farther. In particular, the story of how he had wandered into a labyrinthine path and emerged with white hair had circulated widely, helping to make his name known.
The immediate result was that the number of cultivators who came to hear him lecture nearly doubled.
At each lecture, Tong Fang and the other two took turns standing guard. Their purpose was to make certain people put away any improper thoughts they might have.
After all, Cao Da, Tong Fang, and Mu Yu weren't the only ones who had once harbored crooked designs on Xu Yi. There were plenty of people on Two Forget Peak who had, too.
One evening, after Xu Yi had finished lecturing and the cultivators had thanked him and left, a dignified middle-aged cultivator remained seated, unmoving.
In truth, Xu Yi had noticed him as soon as the lecture began. Though he couldn't discern the man's cultivation, that alone was enough to tell him something.
Besides, Tong Fang, Mu Yu, and Du Fei had all failed to show up to stand guard that day, while this man had appeared. Xu Yi had a pretty good idea that he was the opportunity the three had mentioned—the chance to enter the Two-Forget Peak Dojo.
"Fellow Daoist, today's lecture is over. If anything remains unclear, how about we discuss it tomorrow?"
Xu Yi spoke with refined courtesy, offering polite words he didn't mean. In his heart, though, a little man was shouting, Hurry up and set me a test. Once I pass, take me in already!
Song Zheng Yi smiled