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On a rainy night, at the eastern edge of the Imperial Academy, in front of a small courtyard.

Li Ziye responded without hesitation, using the only promise given to him by the Confucian Scholar.

"Squeak!"

The door of the wooden hut in the courtyard opened, and Kong Qiu stood under the eaves, looking at the drenched youth outside, and calmly said, "Bring him in."

"Thank you, Confucian Scholar!"

Seeing the Confucian Scholar's consent, Li Ziye's attitude immediately became much more respectful, carrying the little red cap as he entered the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, the four venerable masters of the Confucian School silently withdrew upon seeing this.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, Kong Qiu looked at the youth in front of him, soaked and covered in wounds, his expression softened slightly, and he said, "Come inside."

"Mhm!"

Li Ziye nodded and stepped into the hut.

The simple wooden hut contained only a desk, a bed, an oil lamp, and some casually placed books. Beyond that, there was nothing more.@@novelbin@@

The simplicity of the wooden hut was somewhat beyond Li Ziye's expectations.

At the very least, he thought that this old man, despite his simplicity, would have one or two valuable antiques, after all, the old man had lived for over a thousand years.

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