The Weak Scholar

Not far ahead, there was a teahouse. There were many guests, and some of the young men and women were dressed luxuriously. They seemed to be well-read and reasonable as if they were from a prestigious family.

These ten or so young people had gathered in a small teahouse. Something important must have happened.

A loud noise came from outside the teahouse. A weak scholar was arguing with a group of brawny men sitting at the tea table.

There were five or six people sitting at the burly man's table. All of them were at the aurous core stage but the weak scholar was alone. He was only at the third level of the foundation establishment stage.

When the other young people in the teahouse saw this scene, they all ignored it. Some of them even showed a gloating smile.

"This East City Academy is famous for having a lot of trash. They actually dared to send people here. Aren't they afraid of making a fool of themselves?"