When the old man emerged from the room, the clamor gradually subsided as all eyes turned to him.
"I shall be presiding over today's assessment for Bailu Academy. My name is Qi Daoming. It is a pleasure to meet you all." Qi Daoming bowed with his hands clasped.
"Greetings, Mr. Qi," the crowd hurriedly replied, returning the bow.
"I can't believe it's *that* Mr. Qi."
"Is there something special about this Mr. Qi?"
"You don't know? Mr. Qi is a Sacrificial Officer of the Confucian Academy."
"Not only that, Mr. Qi is also the junior brother of the current Academy Master of the Confucian Academy."
"Then why would Mr. Qi be a teacher at Bailu Academy?"
"What's so strange about that? Mr. Qi enjoys traveling to study, and Bailu Academy happened to be short on teachers, so he decided to stay."
Standing in the crowd, Xiao Mo overheard the whispers and pieced together the background of this Mr. Qi. 'So, this old man is far from an ordinary teacher.'
