Facing the young Confucian scholar with a gentle smile, some students felt as if they had found their backbone once again.
It was just like that time Zhao Rong led the impromptu speech under Linlu Mountain during the calligraphy class, and how he had walked up the nine steps alone to face Meng Zhengjun's back before setting out from the Ritual Hall.
At that moment, Zhao Rong looked around with a smile and said, "Yiwu, have you enjoyed your time in the Zuixian Building these past few days? You must have tried all sorts of interesting things, right?"
Gu Yiwu was momentarily stunned—not expecting that question—weren't they discussing serious matters?
He looked a bit embarrassed, "Cough, cough, Ziyu, what kind of question is that?"
The burly man sneakily glanced at Zhao Qian'er, acting like a mouse who had encountered a cat. He said in all seriousness:
