From White Deer Academy to the Confucian Academy, Xiao Mo and his companions took about a month.
That wasn't to say the journey itself took a whole month.
Rather, over the course of that month, Xiao Mo and the others traveled in fits and starts, encountering all sorts of things along the way.
The smaller incidents included helping a little girl who'd gotten lost in town find her mother; the bigger ones included exorcising evil from people's homes.
Though such exorcisms were mostly done by Taoist priests and Buddhist monks, Confucian scholars could do them too.
When they came across something like that, they simply lent a hand. That was all.
As for whether this was some kind of Confucian Academy assessment, the three of them neither knew nor cared.
Besides that, Xiao Mo and the others had climbed mountains to wipe out bandits and vanquish demons that ate and harmed people.
The three of them had quite the air of scholars descending from the mountains to travel the world.
However, during those days on the road, Xiao Mo learned that the whole world was gradually changing.
The great war between the human and Demon Races had yet to break out, but the tension on the eve of war was already spreading.
Not just the sects, great and small—every mortal dynasty was preparing for a battle that would determine its survival.
It was only natural for that atmosphere to spread among the common people as well.
No one knew when the war between the human and Demon Races would truly begin.
No one knew how long it would last, either.
Just as the three of them were nearing the Confucian Academy, they encountered a Rabbit Spirit.
In the end, Luo Yang let her go.
"Say Senior Brother is kind, and