"Hm?"
A trace of absentmindedness flashed through Liu Xian's eyes.
He looked at Zeng Anmin in confusion.
"Is he... trying to befriend me?" he wondered.
For a moment, a profound sense of being overwhelmed by an unexpected favor surged in his heart.
"I am Liu Xian, courtesy name Fengnian. Greetings, Brother Quan Fu."
Liu Xian hurriedly bowed to Zeng Anmin.
"Brother Fengnian, why so full of self-pity?" Zeng Anmin walked over with a chuckle and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him. "You are a genius of the Confucian Dao. Why care so much about this single gain or loss?"
Although Liu Xian was a genius of the Confucian Dao, he was only sixteen after all.
He sighed, his gaze somewhat melancholy. "Wasting such an excellent opportunity this time... I don't know what year or month it will be before I encounter the next."
