Fang Qianyuan happened to be at the cave entrance as well, reclining on a rock with his hands behind his head. He watched with interest as the wildcats sat in neat rows and the old cat stood on the flat ground before them, holding a book and reciting with crisp, precise enunciation: "The Way that can be spoken is not the eternal Way... The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; the named is the mother of all things..."
"The meow that can be meowed is not the eternal meow..."
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow..."
"Meow, meow!"
A chaotic chorus of voices repeated after him.
For some reason, the scene gave Fang Qianyuan an inexplicably familiar sense of warmth, as though he had seen it before.
But these wildcats clearly differed in both learning and intelligence. The old cat had only so much energy and could not divide his attention to teach each one individually. He could only sow widely for a sparse harvest while picking out one or two promising talents to cultivate with special care.
His approach was exactly like that of a schoolmaster teaching young children in the mortal world.
According to the old cat, Fang Hai had helped them copy these teaching materials and methods wholesale from the human world. Once a proper system had been established, it had nurtured generation after generation of feline talents for the Lynx-Cat Tribe of Moonview Mountain, and they still used it to this day.
"Hmm?" Just then, Fang Qianyuan paused slightly, rose, and walked out of the cave. Before long, he saw an older man in luxurious robes enter with two burly Tiger Demon guards following him. The man looked like a wealthy gentleman from the