Lu Qing was not the next one, either.
Because someone else spoke up at that moment.
Lu Qing looked over. The second to speak was Lu Da.
Lu Da cupped his hands and said, "Father, your son wishes to study Confucianism and pursue letters."
A few thoughts stirred faintly in Lu Qing's heart. That covers all the Hundred Schools. This change is rather astonishing.
Lu Qing knew that such great schools existed in the world outside, but they differed greatly from the Hundred Schools of his previous life. They were essentially all included among immortal cultivators, yet for now, he had not seen any immortals soaring high above.
To Lu Qing, this exchange of questions and answers was also a different course of development within the Void Realm.
If there are no immortals here, then there should at least be sorcerers and alchemists, shouldn't there?
After all, even in a purely mortal dynasty, there would be no shortage of people putting on airs and playing at ghosts and gods. Yet from Lu Qing's cultivated perspective, there could not possibly be not even a trace of transcendental power in this Void Realm.
His gaze shifted slightly toward Lu Qi. The other's blood and qi were robust—he was clearly a martial practitioner.
If martial arts exist, immortal arts should not be far behind.
This world is rather interesting.
That senior had transformed his Golden Core into the mortal world and gone deep within. Lu Qing now understood why he had said it was impossible to distinguish truth from falsehood. Once Lu Qing entered this place, he too could sense that lingering unreality. The sharper a cultivator's senses, the more keenly they would feel it.
The laws did not exist, and the principles of Heaven were absent.
Yet this place was different. It