He vaguely remembers, when he first transmigrated here, there was someone who gave him many benefits, and although that person was not "broken," they were "dying."
That person valued his talent and bestowed him with gifts, which he reciprocated. To some extent, he had already regarded that person as his true mentor.
Mentor, mentor, both a teacher and... father.
Toward that person, he felt no guilt, but it still took him a long time to realize he had been betrayed.
That person... was called Stone Seat Elder.
He was the first elder who truly taught him a life lesson.
With his eyes narrowed, the youth walked devoutly beneath the bookshelf, letting the sunlight from outside fall, shadows and light criss-crossing the shelves.
He moved within the interplay of light and shadow, looking at the shelves full of books and notes, slowly stretching out his hand.
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Summer departs, autumn arrives, after the fallen leaves wither, winter snow follows.
