The master's words sent Zhao Wuyan into deep thought.
"Good!"
Yang Liu clapped his hands and sighed. "As the saying goes, 'A single conversation with you is worth ten years of reading!' Master's words are truly deafening!"
Those fortunate enough to listen in couldn't help discussing it among themselves, full of praise.
"That's a master for you. Every word is a pearl of wisdom!"
"Dragon Gate Academy claims to be the best at nurturing geniuses, but even they can't compare to a few words from the master."
"Truly, a real expert never shows off. The greatest masters are among the people!"
Of course, some also asked, "Master Nanshuo is so formidable. Why doesn't he start his own sect?"
Someone immediately rebuked them. "How could you possibly fathom a great expert's thoughts? Besides, perhaps the master is already the head of some sect! He simply doesn't want to be bothered by worldly affairs and wants only to benefit his fellow cultivators."
Only Master Nanshuo himself remained unmoved by the clamor, seated in silence. His eyes were as calm and profound as the vast, boundless heavens and earth, silently embracing the rise and fall of worldly affairs.
What composure in the face of honor and disgrace! He truly had the bearing of an immortal!
Only the sweetly naive Zishu tilted her head beside him, her face full of confusion. Perhaps her cultivation was too low to grasp the master's true meaning.
The corners of Yang Liu's mouth lifted. Suddenly, he turned his gaze and put on a look of surprise. "Oh? Isn't that Brother Xu Xiangan of Green Cliff Academy? Why haven't you left yet?"
Among the crowd seated on the floor, Jiang Wang and his two companions stood by the door, conspicuous as three door gods planted there.
In fact, Xu