As for her own students needling her—young people were young people. If they weren't rebellious, what kind of young people would they be?!
As for standing by and watching them "go astray," that was not necessarily so. Everyone had their own path. She had merely pointed out the relatively best one; as a person of sound mind, they had the right to accept it, and the right to refuse it.
There were ten thousand great paths—what such thing was there as a wrong path or a right one?!
At most, they would take a few more years, a few more decades, of detours.
And amid everyone's laughter and banter, Xu Jia felt she could no longer argue back.
They had already started invoking their ancestors and swearing by their swords—how was this topic supposed to continue?!
She couldn't possibly go and make such a declaration herself in the future, could she?!
Thus, this swordsmanship theory class passed swiftly in such a cheerful atmosphere.
After class, however, once she had reached a secluded place with no one around, Teacher Li, who had still been smiling moments before, suddenly turned solemn and said flatly, "Since you're here, come out!"
"Heh heh heh!"
"Just as expected, we couldn't hide from you!"
"That's right!"
"Heh heh heh!"
As the words fell, two distinctly different voices rang out from the area.
The first truly carried something of the air of a demonic sect patriarch, an ancient evil spanning eternity, but the second sounded rather muddleheaded, like a fool.
"A-Guang, if you can't imitate it, then don't!"
Thus, the owner of the first voice immediately scolded the other.
Then, one large and one small figure stepped out of the void.
The larger one was already peerlessly magnificent, clad in a fiery-red imperial robe that outshone the