Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang had kept their original names.
Once they had grown a little older, they continued using them.
The two of them could be considered fortunate.
While everyone else from the same world had lost their memories in the womb, they had actually reincarnated with their memories intact.
They placed great importance on tempering their foundations.
After reaching the age of twelve or thirteen, they went to the Academy and became its disciples.
That old fellow Fuzi had also been delighted to find such talent.
He had even broken a precedent that had stood for centuries and accepted them as disciples.
As a result, the disciples of the following centuries had all been pushed two places down in the rankings.
Gu Hui, who was still traveling, had arrived a step too late.
He had privately complained that Fuzi had acted too quickly, only to earn Fuzi's disdain.
Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang had no idea that their senior brothers, senior sisters, even their master and mistress, were all in this world.
After all, those people had hidden themselves well.
They were terrified of being caught red-handed by the one above.
What was more, their newly acknowledged master was equally monstrously powerful.
At the Academy's Back Mountain, also known as the Second Floor, space did not ripple in the slightest as a figure silently appeared.
Not far away stood three shabby little thatched huts.
Yet they had withstood wind and rain for a hundred years without collapsing.
"You vanished for two hundred years. This old man thought you'd gone off to have tea."
Fuzi rolled his eyes, his tone anything but friendly. "Distance-Free is forbidden on the Second Floor. You're the only person in this world who dares treat my words like fart."
"Senior!"
Zhang Junbao and