Time hurried by, always slipping away before anyone noticed, catching people off guard. Only once you realized it did you suddenly discover how quickly time had passed!
Ten years! How many ten-year spans did a life even have?
The ignorant boy who had once known nothing but play had now grown into... a wastrel tyrant!
In the Imperial City, a sedan chair moved briskly through the crowd. Everyone blocking the way around it was pushed aside by a deft force.
"The Little Tyrant is here!"
In no time at all, there was not a single person left on either side of the street. It was even cleaner and more thorough than when the yamen cleared a road.
"Master! We're here!" Four identical-looking youths carried the sedan on their shoulders, yet they seemed to feel no strain at all, their expressions perfectly composed.
"Go fetch that thing for me! I still have to hurry to Drunken Immortal Lake to meet friends! Don't make me late!"
"Yes, sir!" The one who answered was not the Quadruplets, but a Two Mountains soldier following behind the sedan.
The soldier rushed quickly into the shop and returned in the blink of an eye, holding a Wooden Box traced with gold thread in both hands as he stood respectfully beside the sedan.
But right after him came a mournful cry. "Imperial Preceptor! Imperial Preceptor!"
Luo Yunji was too lazy to pay any attention. He simply had the Quadruplets leave quickly and hurry to Drunken Immortal Lake to meet his friends.
"Imperial Preceptor! You haven't paid yet!" On the street, a man dressed like a shopkeeper knelt on the ground, reaching toward the direction where Luo Yunji had already vanished, tears streaming down his face.
"I told you he was stupid! He should've handed it over back