Twenty minutes later, inside a school in Madura city, Huai Shi finally met the philosopher.
It was obvious that this was a private aristocratic high school, distinct from the ones Huai Shi had come across on his journey, both in terms of security and facilities. It was cleaner, safer, and also more expensive.
Like a noble's estate, with intricately designed buildings and courtyards, groups of teenage boys and girls walked along the paths, excitedly or calmly discussing something. Children ran excitedly on a distant lawn, chasing each other. The sweet scent of youth was in the air.
Walking among them, Huai Shi and Sayul, who followed behind him, seemed like two outcasts.
Surveying the surroundings in astonishment, Sayul shrank behind Huai Shi, his head hanging as if feeling ashamed compared to the older children.
