Kong Changxun let out a long sigh, then familiarly took Fang Yun's teapot, put the spout to his mouth, and poured the water in.
The dignified head of the Kong Family, ranked alongside a Half-Sage, actually gulped down tea in great mouthfuls, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He had none of a scholar's bearing and looked more like a hero of the greenwood.
Fang Yun felt a little heartache over his divine tea.
This retribution had come rather quickly.
After emptying the teapot, Kong Changxun let out another long sigh. Like a man who had drunk too much wine, his gaze was somewhat dazed.
Fang Yun checked the time. The Imperial Examination was about to begin, and as chief examiner, he had to return to the Hall of All Sages to oversee it.
If he did not settle this matter, today's visit would have been for nothing.
Fang Yun said, "Duke Yansheng, do you know why I came?"
"I do." Kong Changxun's tone was laden with deep regret.
"What will you do?" Fang Yun asked.
Kong Changxun sighed deeply. "What is meant to come will always come."
Now it was Fang Yun's turn to be puzzled. He had no idea what riddle Kong Changxun was speaking in.
Several breaths later, Kong Changxun said, "Before our ancestor's Sagefall, he spoke a sentence to the family head of that time. It was passed down from generation to generation, all the way to me. None of the family heads, myself included, could fully determine its meaning until today."
"What did Sage Kong say?" Fang Yun asked curiously.
Fang Yun knew that at the end of the Ancient Hua Kingdom's Records of the Historian: The Hereditary House of Confucius, Confucius mournfully lamented that he was about to die. Yet on the Saint