"I think I probably wasn't the Confucian Sage's reincarnation," Song Shuhang said, manually shaking his head in denial.
As the saying went, repeat a rumor often enough and people would believe it. With one mighty figure after another suspecting he was the Confucian Sage's reincarnation and questioning him about it, Song Shuhang no longer dared give a firm answer.
So many people had asked that, although he knew perfectly well he wasn't the Confucian Sage's reincarnation, he couldn't deny it with the same confidence as before. He felt inexplicably guilty.
Across from him, the White-Robed Island Master smiled faintly. "I understand. I really do."
He understood why Song Shuhang didn't want to reveal the secret of being the Confucian Sage's reincarnation—after all, during the Ancient Era, the Confucian Sage had ground the entire myriad heavens and realms into the dirt. He must have made plenty of enemies along the way.
Song Shuhang: "???"
Senior, just what exactly do you understand?
"But even so, I still find it hard to accept that you reached the eighth grade in just a year—I need some more time to calm down," the White-Robed Island Master said slowly.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Fine, senior. Take all the time you need. I won't disturb you. Farewell!
"Also, Tyrant Song... I keep feeling that we met during the Ancient Era," the White-Robed Island Master added. "Especially now that I've seen your face. That feeling is getting clearer and clearer."
"Sorry, senior Island Master, but during the Ancient Era, the Song Family's ancestors from N generations back were probably still little tadpoles," Song Shuhang replied.
The White-Robed Island Master waved a hand. "Don't call me senior... Hearing you call me senior now makes me deeply uncomfortable."
"Then what should I call you, Island Master?" Song Shuhang turned his head