Zheng Yun's identity was naturally no secret to Li Yan. Back when people had sought trouble with Qiu Yan and debated the Dao with him, it had mostly been Zheng Yun and Meng Sanyi who blocked them. As Qiu Yan's disciples, the two had left a deep impression on Li Yan with their learning. He considered them rare talents and had intended to befriend them. The two sides could be said to have some ties. No matter how the situation changed in the future, at least in Li Yan's mind at this moment, Zheng Yun was someone who would be put to great use one day.
Now, seeing an acquaintance enter with a solemn expression, carrying a wooden box step by step as though it were extremely heavy, sweat streaming down his face and his brows tightly furrowed, as if he were enduring pain or pondering some difficult problem—
Beside him, shadowy phantoms seemed to flicker and shift.
This sight immediately drew the attention of the newly ascended ruler of Great Rui. He no longer insisted on going to Sage Worthies Hall and instead intended to step out and ask.
But before Li Yan could come out from the back, he heard waves of footsteps from outside. Then he saw that the Grand Confucians who had left not long ago had actually returned, each one calm and composed.
Yet as soon as these people entered the room, many of them spotted Zheng Yun standing there with knitted brows. Their gazes shifted before settling on the box in Zheng Yun's arms.
The footsteps also startled Zheng Yun awake. At once, his expression returned to normal. He set the box on the table, turned to salute everyone, and his spirit and vitality swiftly rose.
"It seems you gained something along the way