Du Yi held a book in his hand, discussing its principles with his teacher.

It seemed the old pavilion master had strict expectations for him. Every day, he not only had to practice martial arts with his Shi Fu but also attend cultural lessons.

His tone was gentle, and his words were measured. Although his understanding wasn't deep, his discussions with the teacher were reasonable and well-founded.

In every aspect, he was a qualified heir. As for Du Yi's fate, Tao Mian could only sigh with regret.@@novelbin@@

He glanced at his little disciple, only to find Rong Zheng watching Du Yi intently, her gaze following his every move as she sat or stood, serving tea and fetching books.

For as long as Du Yi studied, Rong Zheng watched.

Tao Mian thought to himself, oh no, the disciple has a one-sided crush.

The elderly teacher finally concluded his lengthy lesson, allowing the young pavilion master to be dismissed.

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