Situ Lei continued, "They say that Jing Yu has the talent to order heaven and earth, ambitions that swallow mountains and rivers, knowledge of astronomy above and geography below, and an understanding of past and present that transcends the ordinary."
Li Ping'an: ...
Who was he talking about?
Jing Yu? No!
It must have been someone with the same name.
Qin Miaomiao looked at Li Ping'an. "Mr. Li, have you heard of Jing Yu?"
Li Ping'an hesitated. "Not much."
Besides news of Jing Yu, Li Ping'an unexpectedly found news of Yan Shisan in the tabloid.
Yan Shisan was a concubine-born son of the Duke of Southern State's Residence.
Back then, Li Ping'an had gone to the Duke of Southern State's Residence to return the Fusang Tree's seeds.
He had stayed there for a time, and so had come to know Yan Shisan and the others.
Yan Shisan's rise had largely been thanks to Li Ping'an.
Later, with Li Ping'an's help, Yan Shisan had become a disciple of the Great Confucian Zhang Tai.
The tabloid said that an Evil Cultivator had slaughtered a village, and Yan Shisan had pursued him for three thousand li and slain him.
It seemed they were all doing well.
Li Ping'an took a bite of his flatbread and smiled faintly.
Everyone had their own life.
Life was nothing more than a journey.
You passed me by, and I passed you by.
Then each cultivated, each moved forward, each lived their own quiet days, each found their own splendor.
In his spare time, Li Ping'an cleared a patch of wasteland on a nearby mountain and planted some spirit medicine seeds.
"Have you heard? Another big exam is coming up soon."
"Ah, I haven't made any progress in my cultivation lately. Cultivation is like rowing against the