Southern Jambu Continent, Black Tortoise Kingdom.
In a small country courtyard.
Li Junzi's hair, now more than half white, was secured with a hairpin, and several deep marks of age had appeared on her face. Dressed in rather plain hemp clothing, she held the Confucian School's supreme treasure, the Destitute Brush, and wrote something at her desk.
Outside the courtyard, quite a few Confucian scholars in the same hemp clothing were busy in a small vegetable garden.
Time was a torrent. Whether it had feelings or none, whether regrets could endure a thousand years, it would wash them all away.
Li Junzi was not a cultivator. To accomplish great things, her lifespan was actually the greatest difficulty.
Chu Xingchen would naturally provide pills to help Li Junzi, but mortals were mortals in the end. Many pills with extraordinary effects were unsuitable for mortal consumption, acting like poison when used, just as the mortal saying went-a weakened body could not bear rich nourishment.
Naturally, within the limits of what she could tolerate, Li Junzi had also accepted nourishment from pills.
After all, Li Junzi also understood that to finish walking the road she wished to take, she sometimes had to accept others' help.
Otherwise, given her age, her hair should already have been entirely white.
Naturally, the support Chu Xingchen could offer was nominally unlimited, but Li Junzi was not someone who deceived herself.
Some things could not be accomplished simply by having the bigger fist.
Especially for the Confucian School.
So Li Junzi's greatest source of support now actually came from Junzi Mountain.
The Confucian School had always maintained a supportive stance toward anyone setting foot on the Path of Pioneering.
After all, the Confucian School also needed a Second Sage to reorganize its path.
Moreover, anyone who could embark