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"I'll do it this once," he thought. "At least I've managed to find such a talented young man. Perhaps I should make him my personal disciple." As he watched the children disappear into the distance, he pondered to himself. Without waiting at the academy, Yan Xiaobao left the gate, watching his son already vanished. Being on campus reminded him of his days at Liluo City Royal Academy. Back then, he was very young when he started. He had met Deng Wu, Ma Kong, and Gao Yan, and not to mention Wang Julong.
Reflecting on those days, Yan Xiaobao sighed deeply. Those were his childhood days, and he truly enjoyed himself. But things changed. Thinking about his childhood, he also began to think about his parents and his younger brother. He hadn't seen them in years, and he couldn't help but wonder how they were doing.
