Nanyuan Secondary School.0

The principal lamented, "Yet another batch of students has left for the capital. Sigh."0

Year after year, a large number of Nanyuan students traveled to the capital. But the result was that some would die, some would be crippled, some would become citizens of the capital, and some would give up on cultivation. Very few of these Nanyuan students would actually rise to prominence.0

Batch after batch of ambitious and lively students had been sent to the capital, and batch after batch of students had sunk into depression or given up on their ambitions. The principal was already numb to that, but he still couldn't help feeling helpless.0

Liu Wenyan looked at the departing vehicles and calmly said, "This is their path. A path they must experience in life. Ultimately, very few would be able to go far on this path. People like us...are all the losers of this path." 0

The principal did not remark on that. Instead, he asked, "Are you really not returning to the academy? Su Yu has left. I doubt you have taught a student so outstanding before. As for the upcoming students, I'm afraid they won't even be as good as Liu Yue and the others. It is a waste for a Skysoar cultural researcher like you to stay here."0

"There is no rush....0