Zhao Rong actually disagreed with Gu Yiwu's comments about others' teaching methods.
However, given that he now was on the same front with Gu Yiwu, he couldn't very well drag his feet.
So he got roped in again.
As a result...
Right now, in the pavilion above the waterside.
Momentarily, there was some silence among the three men, an elderly and two youths.
Apart from the muffled sound of a distant bell.
The air inside the pavilion, like the surface of the water where Meng, the Sacrificial Officer's fishing hook lay, was still and undisturbed.
The elderly Meng remained seated with composure, his fishing rod motionless in his hand.
Even after he had just freed one hand briefly to give a minor lesson to the two beside him, who had eagerly rushed over to report their daughter's status and also to complain that he hadn't taught his students properly.
The postures of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were somewhat unique at the moment.
