Qin Shi closed his eyes, spiritual resonance, perceiving the past scenes sealed by history.
His mind rippled like waves, catching the sound of He Lanchan's conversation with his teacher.
"I'll just teach you a bit, boy, don't get too carried away."
The man in black walking ahead was of medium stature, his voice languid, as if he didn't care much about anything.
He Lanchan, widely recognized as a genius, ranked in the top ten in Dongxia, was completely disregarded.
"My mother said, being a teacher means to transmit knowledge, impart skills, and solve doubts. Uncle, you solve my doubts and guide my path forward, so you are my teacher."
The white-haired young man was stubborn, closely following the man in black.
"Cut it out, do you think any random person can be my student? Look at yourself, what makes you special other than that eye-catching white hair?"
The man in black said disdainfully.
