Lu Qing had settled into the routine of working from nine to five.
A new staff member had arrived at the academy, though the students did not remember him particularly well.
Only Master Nan could say a word or two about him.
"Lu Sheng?"
"What a strange name."
"Do not be rude."
Master Nan carried himself with great authority. Though he was indeed kindly in private, some of the lessons and coursework in class gave the students terrible headaches.
The students both respected and feared him.
"Good day, Master Lu."
"Good morning, Master Lu."
These were the younger students from nearby.
There were also older youths, who observed proper etiquette. "Greetings, Master Lu."
"Mhm."
Lu Qing nodded lightly. His appearance and bearing were those of a young man, yet he did not possess a young man's hot-blooded impetuosity. He was exceptionally steady.
It was not as though none of the young students were curious about him.
Lu Qing was not a teacher, but he had seen an incalculable number of worldly texts. Though he had transformed into an ordinary mortal body of the past, a few trivial questions could hardly stump him.
After that one occasion, he somehow drew looks of respect and admiration.
Lu Qing knew of it, but merely shook his head with a smile, paying it little mind.
He remained in that small library tower, thoroughly at ease, his heart tranquil and peaceful.
There were other teachers in the academy, yet this Lu Sheng kept himself hidden away in the little tower, reading books day after day and unable to put them down.
He also had few dealings with others in ordinary times.
The year-end had passed.
The atmosphere of the New Year was lively and festive.
Lu Qing was still staying in the small courtyard where