Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Zhai Ling hasn't been to Qinghe Academy for a long time.

Since Zhai Min's death, Zhai Ling has never been to the academy again.

Before Zhai Min got into trouble, the two had a very good relationship. One was in scientific research and the other in literature. They were inseparable. They were both professors in the academy and even had many of the same habits.

Zhai Ling did not cry when Zhai Min died. He just silently took the lilac-colored scales left behind after the man disappeared.

Only Zhai Ling understood the pain of having one's heart tightly grasped and the heart stopping at that instant.

The man still smiled gently, like the warm sun. His body gradually became transparent and turned into drops that fell into the water bit by bit. His last words echoed in the silent Sea Cliff Palace.

"Brother, take good care of Qinghe."

When Zhai Ling stepped into the gate of the academy holding Zhenqing, he was stunned.

The academy that I haven't stepped into for ten years is still the same, except that the students coming and going are changing little by little.

The only thing that appeared in the busy square was a huge statue.

Those were Zhai Min and Wen Qinghe, one sitting and the other standing, and they looked at each other affectionately.

Zhai Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and memories flashed through his mind.

Zhenqing was stunned when he saw the statue.

He had never seen the appearances of his other uncles who had passed away, but he could tell from the three uncles who were still by his side that each of them was definitely a top-notch handsome man, each with his own style and personality.

The statues are colorful and lifelike, as if they really exist.

Zhenqing could recognize the man standing there at a glance. The man had long lilac hair that was lightly tied up and scattered on his shoulders. He had a warm smile and exuded a scholarly air.

That was his eighth uncle, Zhai Min.

The person sitting there raised his head, with a sweet smile and a pure temperament. He held an open book in his hand and leaned lazily in Zhai Min's arms.

He is Zhai Min’s lover—Wen Qinghe.

Zhen Qing stared at the statue blankly, an unknown emotion rising in his heart, his eyes became sore, and then a tear ran down his cheek and dripped onto the back of Zhai Ling's hand who was holding him.

Zhai Ling was awakened by this tear. The man saw the little girl's tears falling drop by drop and became panicked.

"What's wrong, baby?" Zhai Ling's voice sounded a little tearful without him even realizing it.

"Uncle..." Zhenqing couldn't control his emotions. These emotions came from the original intention of this body. He could only tug at his uncle's sleeve and wipe his tears.

"I don't know either. I just feel like crying for no reason." Zhen Qing wiped away tears and asked, "Is that my eighth uncle?"

Zhai Ling nodded: "Yes, the person sitting there is his lover, your uncle...father."

Qian took out a tissue and handed it to Zhai Ling. Zhai Ling took the tissue and smeared it on Zhen Qing's face. In the end, Zhen Qing still held the tissue and wiped away her tears.

Zhai Ling chuckled: "I don't even know when this statue came into being."

Zhenqing calmed down, struggled slightly, and wanted to walk down by himself.

Zhai Ling put the little guy down, took his hand, and pulled him inside.

The further Zhenqing walked in, the more he felt something was wrong.

The layout of this place is exactly the same as the art academy before he traveled through time, except that one is by the sea and the other is inland.

As Zhai Ling walked, he said, "The academy is divided into three sections: elemental, complex, and healing."

"It is divided into the inner courtyard, the central courtyard, and the outer courtyard."

"The Outer Court is usually where beginners begin to learn supernatural powers. March and April every year are the admission periods. They need to pass tests to enter the Zhongzheng Court, and finally pass exams to enter the Inner Court."

"The inner courtyard has a lot more teachers and teaching staff, so the annual entrance period is very lively. You can see all kinds of supernatural powers on the arena. Next year, Aqing can go and see the excitement."

Zhenqing tilted his head and asked, "Uncle, when can Aqing enter the hospital?

"Ah Qing can enter the courtyard when he is ten years old." Zhai Ling looked down at the little girl, thought for a moment and said, "Ah Qing, you can enter after you are five years old. Logically, your strength is enough to enter the inner courtyard."

"Five? Why?"