Martial Cultivator Chapter 352: Teacher, Student, A Bowl of Sorghum Wine

Unable to persuade his junior sister to go with him to meet their teacher, Liu Banbi, though somewhat unwilling, understood that she wanted to stay with the young man she liked, so he did not insist. However, when he crossed over half of the academy and arrived at the not-so-large, but overall neat courtyard, Liu Banbi became somewhat hesitant once again.

In the end, it still revolved around the past. Practicing the sword was not a big deal. Even if he became a sword immortal someday, his teacher would likely feel proud of his student's achievements. However, completely giving up on studying was a different matter. His teacher would undoubtedly be heartbroken.

Liu Banbi deliberately avoided returning to the Divine Capital all these years, because he did not know how to face the Dean. But now that he had returned to the Divine Capital and the academy, and stood in front of Teacher's door, there was a saying called, "Familiarity breeds timidity," and it seemed to be true in this case.

Standing in front of the courtyard gate, his hair quickly covered with snow. Liu Banbi who held the flying sword at his waist fell silent.

After an hour of silence, this Sword Immortal Liu who had slain numerous demons on the Northern Frontier's battlefield, let out a long sigh. He turned to leave, still uncertain about how to face his teacher.

Just as he turned around, the courtyard gate suddenly swung open, and accumulated snow fell with a rustling sound. A middle-aged man stood behind the gate, looking at the young sword immortal who was about to leave.

Liu Banbi also heard the noise, and for a moment, conflicting emotions surged within him. He did not dare to turn around, just stood there, seemingly a bit at a loss.

"Well, isn't this Senior Sword Immortal Liu? Haven't seen you in so many years, and now you've started to put on airs for this old man?"

"You don't even want to take a look at this old man any more?"

The voice from behind was just like in the old days, but Liu Banbi could still hear the traces of vicissitudes.

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