Pei Qian said she wanted to go over to the entrance of the hall to look at that spirit wall. The incense smoke wafting over the illustration of the temple was legitimately fragrant, and the water flowing in the illustration of Burial River genuinely made a gushing sound. This was truly very interesting.1

The water goddess waved her hand, summoning a young maidservant over and asking her to bring Pei Qian to the spirit wall to enjoy the scenery.0

Upon remembering that the Confucian sage of another scholarly lineage had just left, Chen Ping'an put his wine gourd down and said, "My hometown is the Dragon Spring Prefecture, and it used to be part of Jewel Small World. Mr. Qi was a teacher at a private school, but I never attended this school because I was too poor when I was little. However, my neighbor was able to afford it, so he was one of Mr. Qi's students. Even so, I did indeed come across Mr. Qi a few times. The small town wasn't very big, after all."0

Zhong Kui returned to the table and sat down, smiling widely as he poured himself a bowl of wine. He naturally didn't believe all of Chen Ping'an's words. He was a very young pure martial artist, yet he possessed a Sword Nurturing Gourd and two bonded flying swords. Not only that, but he could even release his yin soul to travel around during the night.0

Even if Jewel Small World had been filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons, allowing Chen Ping'an to obtain these fated opportunities from other sources, Zhong Kui refused to believe that Chen Ping'an had only "come across Mr. Qi a few times."0

However, Zhong Kui didn't dwell on this topic, since Chen Ping'an was clearly holding back. Even though the Scholarly Sage's works and philosophies were banned in the seventy-two Confucian academies, it wouldn't be surprising if the scripture libraries in the mortal world still privately owned a few of his works. This wasn't a big deal.0

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