Although Zhang Yu saw the figure of this teacher once more, things had changed and people were no longer the same. Before he knew it, more than forty years had passed.
There was more than one person in the thatched cottage. Quite a few people brought baskets upon baskets of fruit and vegetables, then bowed to him and took their leave.
The town must have been threatened by supernatural forces back then, so its residents had all prepared to relocate.
There were also people who came to bid farewell, some of whom were this man's students as well.
In the past, there had been over a hundred people in the town studying here. Usually, after studying for several years and growing a little older, they would go to the prefectural community schools. If they achieved success in their studies, they would head to Ruiguang. Most eventually returned to farm the land or serve as town clerks.
Zhang Yu had not interacted much with these people, because he had been taught separately back then.
After this scene continued for more than ten days, no one else came. Through the back of his teacher standing atop the hill, Zhang Yu could see that, as the townspeople departed, the entire town had become empty and desolate.
Half a month later, his teacher went into the back room and sorted through some things. Two days afterward, he picked up a bundle of luggage, took a scholar's sword, a bow, and a quiver, and left this place as well. Before departing, he paused and looked back toward a certain spot inside the house.
Zhang Yu noticed that the direction his teacher was looking toward was precisely where he had often sat reading.
His teacher watched for a moment, then closed the door from outside and