On the top of the Heartburn Tower, Li Ziye gazed at the celestial book, his heart churning.

The Confucian Scholar has lived for over a thousand years?

The first generation Sword God, Li Taibai, is already dead, so how is the Confucian Scholar still alive?

Can mortals really live for a thousand years?

Envy!

Can he also live for so long?

Or should he ask the Confucian Scholar for tips on maintenance?

Lost in thought, Li Ziye once again drifted off track out of habit.

"What is that kid doing? Is he ever going to start carving?!"

Below, the crowd looked up, their necks aching, complaining.

Behind the crowd, Qin E'nuo clenched her delicate hands, gritting her teeth, wishing she could go up and slap the guy to death.@@novelbin@@

It's already this late, and he's daydreaming again!

"Brother Li, really."

In front of the Confucian School's disciples, Bai Wangyu saw the situation above and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This kid is really something else!

"Senior Brother, what is he doing?"

Beside him, a Confucian Scholar named Wenxiu showed a curious expression and asked.

"He's probably daydreaming."

Bai Wangyu helplessly said, "It's an old habit of his."

"Heh."

Wenxiu chuckled lightly and said, "At this time, with so many people watching, the young master of the Li Family is indeed extraordinary."

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