Lu Chenzhou's face showed joy.
"Good."
The meeting of his martial arts fraternity was a rare moment of relaxation for him.
He relished this feeling.
...
That evening,
Old Ji sat beside Principal Wang, his chopstick-wielding hand trembling.
How did I, with neither talent nor virtue, come to sit next to a Great Grandmaster?
Qingtian Cang had it easier; he saw Principal Wang often, so he was quite calm. Chenzhou's parents weren't perturbed either; to ordinary people, breaking free of one's shackles was a feat on its own.
Only Old Ji was visibly uneasy.
Lu Chenzhou said with a smile,
"I'm thankful to the elder masters for their cultivation."
Principal Wang gently patted the nervous Old Ji beside him and smiled, "Ji Xuantong, you've unearthed such a Martial Arts Genius. You've played an indispensable role."
Putting down his cup, Ji Xuantong laughed,
"Principal Wang, you flatter me. It was Chenzhou who sought me out."
Lu Chenzhou added,
