On the way back, Sophia kept glancing at Ethan. Ethan touched his nose and smiled. "What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?"
Sophia asked curiously, "Ethan, were those masters your disciples?"
Ethan nodded. "Well… in a way. There are many of them, but most were just brief encounters. I might have said a few words to them, and they insisted on calling me Master. What could I do?"
Sophia was about to say something more, but Ethan didn’t want to dwell on the topic and feared his true identity might overwhelm Sophia, who cherished a simple life. So he interrupted her. "I just got a job interview notice from the Eastern Academy, and I don't have much time. I need to hurry."
Hearing about the job, Sophia stopped her questioning. "Eastern Academy? Isn't that one of the top ten prestigio
