Mr. Yi, who hailed from the Imperial College, was quite talkative. After exchanging a few words with Zhou Dao, he found that Mr. Yi was knowledgeable with extensive experience and had heard many interesting and strange stories.
Mr. Yi could even identify the origins of many ancient books that Zhou Dao had read.
"No wonder he is a scholarly teacher."
"Most of the books in Uncle Qin's academy were given by me," Mr. Yi said with a smile.
"No wonder." Zhou Dao suddenly realized, "Have you been to Peace Town before, Mr. Yi?"
"I visited years ago. It's a good place with outstanding people and a strong spirit of the land. But this time, it has changed quite a bit..." Mr. Yi said, "I remember there used to be a Taoist temple on the east, but now it has turned into a bathhouse..."