8. If the heart is boundless, the path is endless

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In the evening, as the sunset lay in the west.

Inside the Qinghu Inn, under the illumination of a Long Bright Pearl, a handsome man clad in a white scholar's robe sat opposite Lin Yue. The touch of frost at his temples added a hint of age, while the faint smile at the corner of his lips lent him the gentlemanly elegance of jade.

He was none other than Jun Changge, a Guest Elder of the Duke of Heng's mansion, a Confucian Great Cultivator.

Between Lin Yue and this Confucian Great Cultivator was only a table, and behind him stood Baili Fengzhi.

"I've met Master Jun."

Lin Yue coughed and said, "Though Lord Qi invited you to teach me, I still don't know what Master Jun intends to teach me, writing and reading?"

Jun Changge smiled faintly and said warmly, "Before that, I'd like to ask, is Prince Muyue the Prince whose bloodline awakened last month? Is he called Lin Yue?"