Since Liu Yang was part of the graduating class, Lin Feng had never personally met his previous instructor.
He could have easily used his divine sense and located him instantly but he chose not to.
There was no urgency.
More than that, he felt a strange sense of pity over how dull the original Lin Feng's life had been in the academy.
The original Lin Feng had never truly explored it, nor had he formed any meaningful connections here.
He had been shy, reserved, and painfully aware of his lack of teaching success.
Even though he was tall, handsome, and carried himself well, women in this xianxia world did not see him as dao companion material.
They preferred prodigy teachers, elite cultivators, or those with powerful bloodlines… not a teacher with an empty classroom and no accomplishments.
Lin Feng smiled faintly at the irony.
