Inside the Hall of Martial Training.
Like an old village schoolteacher, Zheng Fang had just finished teaching several disciples who had come to seek his guidance.
Had people not known his identity, they would never have associated him with the Origin Sect's Grand Elder.
After all, the Origin Sect was notorious in the cultivation world for its ruthless methods.
How could the Grand Elder of such a sect be softhearted?
"That concludes today's lesson. If you still have questions, you may discuss them with your fellow disciples or consult your own teachers. Of course, you can also come again next time.
"However, each visit costs a considerable number of contribution points.
"Listening to lectures and giving them are secondary. What matters is whether you can truly grasp what you learn. If you encounter a barrier in your cultivation, you might be better off going out to gain some experience.
"The mortal world may be chaotic, but it can temper your body and mind, greatly benefiting you in the future."
Zheng Fang looked at the dozen or so disciples below him and spoke in an even tone.
Ultimately, few people could afford to spend contribution points on lectures.
After all, rather than spending contribution points on lessons, exchanging them for pills to improve their strength was more economical.
Unless they had truly reached a cultivation bottleneck, few would waste their points like this.
In the end,
the contribution points needed to secure a lesson from Grand Elder Zheng Fang were simply too many.
At his words,
the disciples below all nodded. "We will remember your teachings, Grand Elder."
"Off you go!"
Zheng Fang waved his hand, dismissing all the disciples. Then, like any ordinary old man, he rose from his seat and left the Hall of Martial Training.
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