Early the next morning, Qi Xuansu arrived at the classroom in Kan Garden, where he ran into Ning Yuqing, who was carrying a stack of books.0

“Why haven’t I seen you around these past few days?” Ning Yuqing asked.0

“I’ve been learning from Sage Sun these days.” Qi Xuansu immediately used the elderly Sage as a shield.0

Ning Yuqing remarked with a smile, “Sage Sun has been giving you special tutoring, huh? Not many people catch his attention.”0

As they spoke, Yao Pei walked over alone, exuding an aura that discouraged strangers from approaching.0

Ning Yuqing had other matters to attend to, so she stopped chatting with Qi Xuansu and took her leave.0

Yao Pei acted as if she did not see Qi Xuansu. She neither greeted him nor made eye contact, brushing past him and walking straight into the classroom. No one would have guessed that the two had any familial ties.0

Qi Xuansu also entered the classroom.0

By this time, several people were already seated inside, engaged in casual conversation.0

These fourth-rank Jijiu Daoist masters came from all over. Some had never received formal training, surviving through sheer grit and crawling out of heaps of corpses—they were the definition of true wild Daoists.0

Others were merely flowerbed Daoists, having never seen a cult demon, let alone...0