"Lesser understanding cannot compare with greater understanding; a short life cannot compare with a long one—"
In a village school, a middle-aged man dressed in blue like a Confucian scholar spoke with a faint smile on his face.
Many students sat around him.
The sounds of reading aloud.
They mingled together, carrying beyond the school and out into the street.
When noon arrived.
The middle-aged man in blue said, "That concludes today's lesson. You may all go home!"
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded, then packed their things and left.
Only the middle-aged man in blue remained seated, watching the students leave one by one, the smile never fading from his face.
Just then.
The space before him twisted.
A man stepped out of it and came to stand before him.
"You're certainly living a carefree life these days, Senior!"
Qin Shujian looked at the man before him and could not help remarking.
He had never expected that Xia Yi, who had said he wanted to travel among the Human Race and see how they were faring, would settle here and contentedly become a teacher.
It was hard to imagine.
This seemingly unremarkable scholar was a True Immortal powerhouse.
Although Xia Yi was somewhat surprised by Qin Shujian's appearance, he showed little of it.
At those words.
A smile appeared on his face as well.
"After all these years, I never imagined the Human Race could truly enjoy the peace we see today.
"Back then, the Myriad Races joined forces to oppress the Human Race, determined to wipe us out. Humans born in that era never knew what peace was.
"They were surrounded by slaughter from the moment they were born."
Xia Yi's smile faded a little, and a reminiscent look seemed to enter his eyes.
"I was born in a tribe, but