That night, Liu S sui lay in bed, staring blankly at the stars outside the window.
He had not suffered from sleeplessness for a long time, until someone from the Profound Yin Sect came that day and finally shattered the peace of his village life.
Over the past year, he had gradually come to understand why Jing Jiu rarely spoke and liked to stare into space.
It was because there was too much on his mind.
When he got up the next morning, he told his parents he had something to do and would not be going to the fields just yet.
Before long, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.
He opened the gate to find an elderly scholar, his blue robe washed almost white and his beard entirely white, giving him the air of a respected elder of great virtue.
Somewhat surprised, Liu S sui asked, "Someone different this time?"
The old scholar said, "Yes."
Liu S sui said, "May I ask where you are from?"
The old scholar said, "One-Thatch Studio."
Liu S sui was shocked, then filled with solemn respect.
Among the orthodox cultivation sects of the Chaotian Continent, the Western Sea Sword Sect and the Wind Saber Sect had enjoyed the greatest prominence in recent decades, but in terms of foundations and standing, the foremost were still the Zhongzhou Sect, the Green Mountain Sect, Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, and One-Thatch Studio. One-Thatch Studio was filled with scholars who always kept a low profile, yet no one dared question their strength.
The old scholar said, "The one who came yesterday only watched you for three days. I watched you for three months. I was certain I liked you, child, so I came."
Liu S sui said, "I like One-Thatch Studio too."
He spoke the truth. Many people thought