Reforging One's Worldview, Reborn Anew

"Sir!"

Ye Xiu turned around and saw An Dongcheng waving at him.

"What is it?"

Ye Xiu smiled at the young man before him.

"Your course has ended. Will there be a second session afterward?"

Reluctance filled An Dongcheng's eyes.

Three months had never been particularly long for cultivators, let alone when one was focused on something—then their perception of time grew even duller.

Over these three months, every morning after rising, he studied. Once classes ended in the afternoon, aside from briefly handling his personal affairs, he went straight back to burying himself in his textbooks.

Like a parched sponge soaking up water, An Dongcheng could clearly feel his understanding changing at a rapid pace throughout the process.

His worldview had been reforged; it was as though he had been reborn.

That was his greatest impression from these past days.

"I recall that you already ranked first in your studies. There should be no need for you to take a second round."

Ye Xiu smiled as he answered the young man.

"It isn't enough."

Faced with Ye Xiu's praise, An Dongcheng showed not the slightest joy or pride.

He shook his head, longing in his eyes.

"The more I learn, the more shallow I realize I was before. If possible, I would be willing to study under you for the rest of my life."

Considering the young man's identity, An Dongcheng believed that countless people must have said such things to him before.

But he swore that at this moment, he was not considering the other party's status. It was purely out of respect and thirst for knowledge.

It was all the purest pursuit of the Dao.

"To possess the desire to keep learning and seeking—your perseverance in this regard may well be firmer than that of most cultivators."