Teaching?

Yin Kuang froze, then asked instinctively, "You're a Purple Dragon Soul Rider too?"

The man yawned. "You'd better believe it. Back when I was dominating the academy and roaming countless worlds, you were probably still nursing somewhere. Hahaha!" He sounded lazy, arrogant, and a little unhinged. Even if the other man truly was some great figure, Yin Kuang had little interest in him under the circumstances.

If you were really that impressive, would you have ended up locked in a place like this?

He kept the thought to himself. He merely replied, "Oh." Feeling there was nothing to discuss with the man, he closed his eyes and resumed his thoughts.

Yin Kuang had fallen silent, but the man spoke again. "Hey, kid." Yin Kuang said, "What is it?" The man said, "After all that, have I still failed to establish the image of an 'expert' in your mind? Do you read novels? Historical experience tells us that the usual plot goes like this: you jump off a cliff and don't die, and there's a secret manual at the bottom; you get thrown into prison and are bound to meet an expert, and if you get on that expert's good side, they'll surely teach you some divine art... Don't you know this kind of development?"

Yin Kuang suddenly felt his scalp tingle. "I don't have time to read novels. I'd rather spend that time cultivating. That's the only way to live longer."

The man clicked his tongue. "Boring, boring. Kid, let me teach you something. When you first arrive in an unfamiliar environment, the first priority is to stay calm and adapt. You've done fairly well on that point. But the second is to use every available means to obtain valuable intelligence. You're terribly lacking in that regard. All you know