The teacher did not answer the students’ questions, merely giving a gentle smile.
He then looked towards the door: "Please invite the Master in."
Zhi’er was lost in thought, her round little face carrying a touch of unhappy loneliness.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sensed someone entering from the doorway, and the students ceased their chatter.
Only Fang Wushen widened his eyes in shock and exclaimed, "Is it you?!"
Zhi’er propped her face on her small hands, absorbed in her own little thoughts.
When the figure stopped beside her, a kindly voice laced with humor asked—
"Little one, just now with the kite, were you not having fun?"
Zhi’er snapped out of her reverie, gazing up at him with her bright, dewy eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, her voice soft and curious: "Uncle Beggar?"
The Master before her was indeed the beggar, whose appearance and clothes were now clean and tidy!
When he smiled, it carried an exceedingly approachable warmth.
Upon hearing her call, the Master waved his hands repeatedly and laughed: "Now I am your teacher. The earlier disguise was merely a test for you all."
He then stepped onto the podium, facing the students who were dumbfounded.
"Earlier, I posed as a beggar at the Martial Arts Training Ground, wanting to see how each of you would react."
"Most children took one glance and left with their kites, which is normal."
"However, a few walked past me, kicking my broken bowl or stepping on my foot without a care, reflecting your attitudes towards the lower-class populace."
As he said this, a few lowered their heads in shame.
The Master looked at Zhi’er, his eyes squinting with a smile.
"Only one child showed concern for this beggar. Her way of caring was unique, neither making one feel the shame from a gap in status nor simply giving Silver Tael."
"Despite her young age, she already understands the principle that teaching someone to fish is better than giving them a fish."
In front of all the students, the Master declared: "Therefore, based on such conduct, I will take Zhi’er as my Closed-door Disciple."
At this, the Master stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "I forgot to introduce myself, my family name is Mo, first name Yanchi."
The students present were utterly astonished!
Mo Yanchi? It’s actually the Six Kingdoms Master, Mo Yanchi!
This teacher had traveled extensively in his early years, establishing lecture platforms everywhere to teach and enlighten.
Many of the famous generals and talents under the heavens today were his students!
If there were disputes between nations, Master Mo would appear to mediate, and no one would disrespect him.
It’s said that even the ruler of the formidable neighboring Qin Kingdom was one of his Closed-door Disciples!
Many nobles with power and influence yearned to become his disciples, but even meeting him was difficult!
This Master Mo Yanchi, traveling to give lectures far and wide, had an unpredictable itinerary.
And it’s rumored that he has an eccentric temperament, choosing disciples based on a sense of connection.
The Emperor of the former dynasty once wished to place his most beloved Crown Prince under his tutelage.
However, this teacher did not even open the door for them.
No amount of wealth or power was of any use!
The Princess, at such a young age, already had the fortune to become his disciple?
Everyone couldn’t help but look at Zhi’er with envy.
The Princess indeed is as blessed as rumors say.
Who could have thought that the beggar lying there avoiding the sun at the Martial Arts Training Ground was actually the renowned Master Mo Yanchi!
Bai Yanyan’s face twisted with anger.
Why is it Zhi’er again!