The Small Courtyard, nightfall.
Beneath the bright moon, amid chirping insects, Li Junzi did not agree outright, but said she needed a little time to think.
But regardless of whether she ultimately agreed, she would certainly help wherever she was willing to.
Lin Luoyu and Cui Hao each brought over a little stool. One a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the other a Golden Core cultivator, they sat outside beside the door like children watching the stars twinkle at night.
Aside from Lin Luoyu and Cui Hao, several Confucian Cultivators from Junzi Mountain were outside the courtyard, their heads lowered as they leafed through books by moonlight.
The book Li Junzi was writing was in its final stages, with little left to finish. She was currently racing to complete the manuscript by candlelight, so she had simply told Lin Luoyu and Cui Hao to go off and amuse themselves.
Candlelight shone through the window gauze.
Lin Luoyu slowly withdrew her gaze as well.
"Mister Li has changed even more than our cultivation has." Cui Hao held a book he had picked at random from beside the bookshelf, speaking as he read with his head lowered. "The rarest thing in life is seeing through things. Mister Li is no longer bound by worldly prejudices."
Hearing Cui Hao's words, Lin Luoyu pressed him:
"From the way you talk, it sounds as though you've seen through things too."
"Of course." Cui Hao looked up, his expression smug. "My realm is beyond the understanding of a mere little Understanding Principle Realm Confucian Cultivator like you."
As his words fell, at least half the Confucian Cultivators reading nearby turned their gazes toward him.
A mere little Understanding Principle Realm Confucian Cultivator?
Even if he was an immortal cultivator, surely he could not speak so disparagingly of Confucian