At the sight of this man, the driver finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not know the man, but judging by his appearance, clothing, and manner, he did not seem to have come to demand an explanation, nor to deliberately humiliate his young master.
Zuo Si hurried forward and bowed in greeting.
The man looked him over with a smile. "You've grown so much... do you still remember me?"
Hearing this, Zuo Si could not help raising his head to study the man before him.
The man was very handsome.
Although his skin was not as snowy white and flawlessly clean as Pan An's or Xiahou Zhan's, he was taller than either of them, with sharply defined features and an exceptionally martial bearing.
He sat in the seat of honor, his back straight. Though his gaze was kindly, he carried an imposing air unlike anyone else's. Several Imperial Guards stood around him, none daring to face him.
Zuo Si found the man very familiar, but even after thinking for a long time, he could not recall who he was.
"Please forgive my poor eyes. I truly fail to recognize you. May I ask which elder stands before me?"
Zuo Si bowed very respectfully and asked with great care.
Cao Mao laughed.
The little fellow really could not remember him.
Zuo Si was not very old. Even now, he was still quite young.
But in Great Wei, which worshipped child prodigies, everyone made their name in youth. Anyone who entered the Imperial Academy after fifteen was trash.
Children of the Great Clans possessed all manner of miraculous abilities from birth. Every last one was trumpeted as a child prodigy, without exception.
This had made the Imperial Academy's elite younger and younger. In its early days, the academy had age