The academy is closed today.
In the scholar's residence on the mountain, Ruan Shantao sat upright with a solemn demeanor. Even the wide robe couldn't hide his sturdy frame—in contrast, the middle-aged man named Xiang Rong sitting opposite him leisurely sipped tea, facing the overwhelming pressure as if without a care.
This was a private meeting between former classmates, and all outsiders had been expelled from the mountain.
This included the students, the gatekeepers, the cooks in the dining hall, as well as Du Chengfeng and Cui Yuan.
"The old geezer really knows how to create trouble for me."
Thinking about Cui Yuan's fugitive status, Du Chengfeng couldn't come up with a good idea at the moment, so he borrowed a big pot from the cooks and hid Cui Yuan inside.
Though bundling up would certainly be uncomfortable, at least he could conceal himself for the time being.
"I just don't know what's happening in the mountain right now..."
