"Hmm?" Xiaojing was even more confused.
Master Sun's eyes were sore, and as he rubbed them, he noticed Xiao Hen and Xiaojing arriving. He wasn't too surprised; rather, he felt a sense of relief that they finally came.
He smiled and said, "Come in."
The two entered the room.
Only then did Xiaojing notice the large pile of papers on the table, covered with various strange formulas. He had learned a bit about this; they were mathematics from Jiaojiao's past life. A national book from Yan Country included quite a bit of mathematical knowledge.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Master Sun." Xiao Hen said.
"No problem, no problem." Master Sun quickly waved his hand, "It's already my honor that you agreed to come."
Who would have thought that the limping kid he once looked down on would rise to become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty?
It was his own oversight, failing to recognize him as the young marquis of Zhaodu who supposedly died in a sea of fire.
