A matter concerning the Temple of Confucius was already way beyond what Yang shi could access. The matter had happened tens of thousands of years ago, and no matter how carefully the Master Teacher Pavilion passed down its heritage from one generation to the next, there was still bound to be some information that was withheld or lost in the process. With the limited information he knew, all he could do was speculate.
And since it was just mere speculation, it would be better for him to hold his tongue than to spread uncertain information.
On the other hand, seeing that Yang shi was uncertain of the matter, Zhang Xuan decided to ask no more as well.
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