What the Sage Said

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

Hongwen Pavilion.

"King Tianxuan went south and still has not returned?"

Li Rui asked.

Teng Bochuan nodded. "King Tianxuan went south to wipe out the Evil Cult. I heard he has won battle after battle. This Evil Cult is like a centipede—dead, yet not stiff. Though it has been defeated on the battlefield, cutting off its true inheritance will still take quite a bit of work."

Li Rui nodded.

Anyone who had exterminated a clan knew that the pursuit was what took the most time.

Not to mention an Evil Cult.

Ever since he had met Xie Tingxuan that day.

The next day.

Xie Tingxuan had actually gone south with King Tianxuan and had not made another move against him.

The means Li Rui had prepared never had a chance to be used.

As Li Rui and Teng Bochuan chatted, they saw a Confucian scholar walking toward them.

"Senior Brother Zhong!"

The moment Teng Bochuan saw Zhong Li, his eyes lit up.

He and Zhong Li had entered the academy in the same year and studied under the same master. He had watched Zhong Li steadily secure his position as the foremost of Divine Deer Academy's younger generation.

Naturally, he greatly admired this number-one prodigy of Divine Deer Academy.

Zhong Li nodded to Teng Bochuan, his smile warm and gentle. "Junior Brother Teng, it has been a long time."

Hearing Zhong Li say his name, Teng Bochuan felt deeply flattered.

"Senior Brother Zhong actually remembers me?"

Zhong Li replied as if it were only natural, "Teng Bochuan, who entered Divine Deer Academy in the three hundred and seventy-fourth year of Jinghe, studied under Master Zhu for sixty years, and shone brilliantly at the Divine Deer Poetry Gathering—of course I know