"The Chi Family and I were brought together by fate. They once gave me the formula for Cherimoya Blossom Incense to aid my Incense Path, and even then, I had a premonition that this family would produce a true genius of the Incense Path to inherit my legacy...
"Has that premonition come true? Can this child's talent meet the requirements for cultivating the art I created?"
This was the unseen pull of cause and effect, the intertwining of destinies.
Li Ling was far from the realm of those who truly possessed great divine abilities, yet his soul had been unusual from birth, allowing him to sense it.
The moment he saw that name, he knew the person he had been waiting for had appeared.
Li Ling's body trembled. Outwardly, nothing seemed amiss, but he had actually used soul projection to leave his flesh behind and descend into the academy quarters by the sect entrance below.
The Incense Accumulation Sect's outer academy was a neat complex of red-brick buildings with blue roof tiles. Each intake of disciples was enrolled there and divided into different grades.
The youngest were six-year-old schoolchildren. They would spend ten years studying here, primarily receiving a basic education in reading, writing, and identifying spirit materials.
Before that, however, came lessons in communal living that outsiders found rather baffling.
At that moment, the first-year children were lined up in their dormitory courtyard, with two teaching assistants helping the instructor guide them.
"When washing clothes, pay special attention to the collars and sleeves. Do as I do. First, apply the soap..."
They were actually learning to do laundry.
Children of this age were playful and restless, with little understanding of what counted as a lesson. They simply found it novel and copied each step faithfully.
Perhaps to them, this