Night fell, and the snowstorm gradually subsided.
Chu Mu had arrived at Mingxin Hall. He sat to the side with a medical text in hand, occasionally voicing his questions for Elder Li to answer.
Elder Li leaned back in his chair, leisurely sipping hot tea. In response to Chu Mu's questions, he was often a man of few words, but his replies were always piercingly accurate.
In Chu Mu's eyes, the saying "old and cunning as a demon" perfectly described the silver-haired Elder Li.
What Chu Mu didn't know was that the seemingly relaxed Elder Li couldn't help but be startled every time he taught him.
Or rather, anyone would be startled when faced with a genius who defied common sense.
What took a normal person months to learn, a genius could grasp in just a few days—and to a greater depth.
And in the eyes of others, Chu Mu was undoubtedly such a genius.
This was certainly true in Elder Li's eyes as well.
