Chen Shi'an had never expected Tao Yaoyao to leave the Desolate Ruins for Northern Liang, much less become Northern Liang's foremost literary talent among women.
With just the few poems he had given her, she had actually made quite a name for herself in Northern Liang.
Chen Shi'an felt a measure of admiration for this woman.
At the same time, Tao Yaoyao's alias, Tao Yi'an, sent his imagination wandering for quite a while.
"What a fine poem!"
Chen Shi'an shook his head in admiration. "Tao Yi'an certainly deserves her reputation as Northern Liang's foremost literary talent among women."
Shen Junru rose to her feet. "These two poems are the only ones I know."
Chen Shi'an nodded and changed the subject. "Dean Shen, your calligraphy already has the bearing of a master."
Shen Junru waved a hand. "Please don't tease me, Sect Master Jing."
At this, she pointed to the two bookshelves behind her. "The shelf on the left holds biographical works. The one on the right holds the writings of past sages collected by our Green Mountain Branch."
Chen Shi'an first approached the shelf on the right, picked up a blue-bound book with an air of antiquity, and gently leafed through it.
Before long, he asked in surprise, "Dean Shen, could the writings of past sages on this shelf be your Confucian School's cultivation methods?"
Guan Wentian had taught him a Confucian School cultivation method that bore similarities to these writings on the shelf.
Shen Junru nodded. "You're correct, Sect Master Jing. These are indeed the cultivation texts of our Confucian School."
Hearing this, Chen Shi'an hurriedly put the book back and apologized. "Dean Shen, I'm terribly sorry. I've actually pried into your academy's cultivation methods."
Shen Junru smiled faintly. "There's no need for that, Sect Master Jing. Our Confucian