Zhao Rong first returned to his seat.
He didn't take out paper, ink, brush, and inkstone to prepare for the next class like the other students around him. Instead, he bent down to wrap his guqin in a plain white cloth, packed up his belongings, and then turned to leave with decisive steps.
Zhao Rong's contrarian actions attracted quite a few glances.
Fan Yushu asked curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"
Zhao Rong casually replied, "I'm not feeling well today and am going to ask for leave."
As he spoke, he didn't wait for Fan Yushu to ask anything further and walked toward Yu Huaijin in the distance.
The open space where Shuaixing Hall was holding today's class was an abandoned ancient ferry crossing named Lanzhou Crossing.
The legend was that the Confucian Saint who first brought his disciples to this remote edge of Wangque had disembarked from this very old crossing to establish Linlu Academy.
