In a rain corridor of the Bright Wheel Hall, Zhuge Yuan walked towards his residence with a face full of frustration. The words of the old man had hurt him deeply. No matter what he said, the old man insisted that rules are rules, and people should do what they are supposed to do without overstepping at all.
Fine, let it be miscellaneous chores; it's not like I am unwilling to work. But why teach nothing at all? What did I go through all this trouble to come here for?
It's not just that they refuse to teach; Zhuge Yuan was extremely displeased with how Bright Wheel Hall categorized people into ranks. He found that the outside world was nothing like how he had imagined in the mountains.
"No." Zhuge Yuan immediately clenched his fists. "I cannot let it end like this, I cannot give up so easily."
