The Martial Association's headquarters was particularly lively today.
Led by Zhao Gandan, a host of high-ranking officials surrounded Su Guobang as he entered the hall.
"President, you should have given us a heads-up about your return. It was so sudden."
"Exactly, President. If you had informed us in advance, we could have prepared a proper welcome."
Su Guobang waved his hand impatiently, glanced at the crowd, and said, "I'm no dignitary, so what's the need for a welcome? We martial artists don't bother with such empty formalities!"
"Yes, yes, President, you're right to criticize us," Zhao Gandan said, his face wreathed in a humble smile.
