And so, a night passed.
Lin Ke, Jia Sixie, and Chen An were all thoroughly satisfied.
"Today truly opened my eyes. It was worth five hundred years of effort."
Jia Sixie sighed in wonder. His body had a luminous translucence, as though what stood before Lin Ke was not a man, but a jade statue.
"I gained a great deal myself by answering your questions, Sage Jia." Lin Ke also sighed in wonder.
A teacher imparted the Way, passed on knowledge, and resolved doubts.
Yet in that process, a teacher did not merely give.
Knowledge was given, but something was gained as well.
Beyond material rewards, a student's respect, the joy of helping others, and so on were also gains.
At the same time, reviewing old knowledge could yield new insights.
With every lesson taught and every doubt resolved, the teacher's own understanding deepened.
"Thank you, my lord. Thank you, Sage Jia."
Chen An also offered his heartfelt thanks, brimming with sincerity.
"Our business is finished. Keep this token." Jia Sixie took a wooden token from his sleeve. The character for "Jia" was inscribed on it, and a trace of divine essence flowed across it.
"If anything comes up later, simply use the token to send a message. Though the Jia Family is only an ordinary clan, we can still offer some small assistance. Disciples of the Agricultural School are spread throughout the world, and they can be a useful source of support."
The token in Jia Sixie's hand contained his aura. Anyone familiar with him would know whose token it was.
As for Jia Sixie's talk of "small assistance" and "a useful source of support," Lin Ke pretended not to hear it.
The Murong Family's strongest member was merely a Great Confucian of the fifth realm, yet they were