Whoosh!
Bai Ye fled.
He really couldn't keep making things up. If he didn't run now, he would give himself away.
Yan Zhiyan and his father stared at the spot where Mr. Bai had vanished, remaining silent for a long time.
Those profoundly stirring words kept echoing through their minds, refusing to fade.
"Ah..." Dean Yan suddenly heaved a long sigh, sounding wistful. "Only after meeting a brilliant scientist like Mr. Bai did I realize that I truly am old."
"Father, you are indeed old. Your brain also works much more slowly now," Yan Zhiyan said calmly, adjusting his glasses.
"Yes, everyone grows old one day. That is why passing things on matters. With you inheriting my work, I have no regrets.
"But, Zhiyan, you too will grow old one day. It's time you married and had children." Dean Yan gave his adopted son an earnest look.
Yan Zhiyan shook his head. "I have no time to waste on producing offspring. Didn't you also never marry?
"When I grow old, perhaps I'll adopt a child as you did, though rather than a child, he would be more of a student.
"After all, what I want to pass on is knowledge, not a bloodline."
Dean Yan did not try to persuade him. Instead, he nodded in agreement, because that was exactly the path he himself had taken.
Perhaps because of his age, alongside the pursuit of scientific research in his old eyes, there was now a trace of some indescribable anticipation.
"A grandson? I may not live to see him, but leave the name to me, his grandfather."
"All right." Yan Zhiyan did not refuse. As far as he was concerned, whatever his future student was called made no difference.
After a long silence, Dean Yan said slowly, "I have spent