Students, parents, instructors, local townsfolk, local officials, out-of-town tourists... A vast assembly numbering nearly twenty or thirty thousand people.
"It's different now..." Lan Tai rested his hands behind his head.
"What did Instructor Lan say?" Hu Qi turned his head.
"I said, it's different now!"
"Yes, it's different indeed."
Hu Qi and Xiang Changsong gazed at the high platform, recalling that small "Yang Family Martial Arts School" in Yixing Town.
At most, there were thirty or forty people, a field of yellow earth, and a large courtyard for lodging at the back. How much has it grown now?
The plaque presented by the Holy Emperor, reading "Mr. Zhao Wu," hung high at home, and the personally named "Huaiyin Martial Hall" illuminated all around, with toilets more than the original rooms.
Lan Tai looked around, feeling even more than Hu Qi and Xiang Changsong.
He was Kou Zhuang's senior.
