Li Zhiyan and her mother, Li Yuhua, spoke for a long time.
What began as a simple question turned into a deep and complicated conversation.
At times, their voices rose slightly… at others, they fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
By the time they finally stepped out of the room, the tension between them had not completely vanished but it had changed, becoming something quieter, heavier, yet more understanding.
While all of this unfolded, Lin Feng carried on as if nothing had happened.
Out in the open fields of the academy, he had already set up a makeshift classroom.
There were no walls, no grand halls… just a vast stretch of land beneath a bright, cloud-dotted sky.
The sun shone warmly overhead, illuminating the enormous gathering before him.
And enormous was no exaggeration.
What had once been a modest group had now grown into a crowd of more than eleven thousand.
