The moment he stepped out of the courtyard, the Grand Preceptor felt as if he had been reborn.
The high walls of the courtyard no longer represented a cage that restricted his freedom but were instead a past he did not wish to look back on.
The pebbles on the road, every blade of grass and bush, seemed intoxicatingly beautiful.
The birds in the sky emanated a sense of freedom; the white nectar that dripped from the birds… ha… spit!
At this time, the entire Imperial College began to bustle with preparations for the Grand Preceptor's birthday celebration.
After all, the Imperial College was funded by the state treasury and certainly was not short of money.
Plus, they were celebrating both the Grand Preceptor's recovery and his birthday, so naturally, the preparations were extremely grand.
Grand Preceptor Ren Buqun looked at the festive decorations everywhere and felt utterly delighted.
When he was doing well in the imperial court, it was still during the Northern Zhou era.
