In the Southern Region, at the edge of Zixiao Country, there stands a somewhat run-down schoolhouse.
Li Qingchen and his companions quietly wait there.
Chang Qing glanced around, even though it was clean and spacious, the somewhat too simple bookish space made him quietly ask:
"Senior brother, isn't our teacher doing a bit poorly?"
"Meeting old friends and a scholar's bookish contest, this environment... isn't it a bit shabby?"
Shu Han's mouth twitched slightly, "Our teacher is doing... alright."
"It's mainly because it's not on his own turf, a simple contest, there's no need for extravagance."
Upon hearing this, Chang Qing's eyes lit up, "Oh? Listening to your tone, does the teacher have quite a large estate elsewhere?"
"Hmm... it's alright, it's alright." Shu Han laughed evasively, and spoke indistinctly.
Chang Qing, hearing this, showed a look of anticipation, contemplating that he must take a look in the future.
