It exaggerated the whole courtyard of the academy and made it look more and more like a holy place on earth.

What was seen was the golden body of Confucianism and Taoism. Everyone present could not help but sigh deeply in their hearts.

Sure enough, it is not that easy to see the true face of a Confucian and Taoist saint.

When Sang Sang saw the appearance of the golden body of Confucianism and Taoism, she knelt down directly towards him.

He performed the disciple's ritual of three kowtows and nine bows in a standard manner.

After the last bow, the huge Confucian and Taoist shadow above the library raised its right hand slightly.

A gentle qi dragged Sangsang's body and helped her up.

So far, this eight-year-old girl Sang Sang has become the only direct disciple of the Confucian sage in the academy.

In the crowd, a pair of beautiful eyes looked with great envy, falling on Sangsang's petite body.

"Hey, it would be great if I could also become a disciple of Confucian sage."

"Perhaps after being taught by Confucian sages, I have the ability to seek revenge on the person who killed my mother."

Nangong Pushe, although she can now be considered a member of the academy.

However, becoming a direct disciple of a Confucian sage is not a concept.

And now, his biggest enemy, the undead father Xie Guanying, has entered Confucius.

Presumably with the luck of Confucius, those ruthless and unjust people will be even more difficult to deal with.

I still don’t know how far I have to go to avenge my mother.

Thinking of this, Nangong Pushe became more and more eager to get close to the mysterious Confucian sage.

Perhaps in this world, only people with vast supernatural powers like the Confucian sages of the academy can help him avenge his bloodshed.
Chapter completed!