Lu Chenzhou's face lit up with joy.
"Good."
The sect gathering was a rare moment of relaxation for him.
He enjoyed this feeling.
...
That evening.
Old Ji sat next to Principal Wang, his hand holding the chopsticks trembling.
How did I, of all people, deserve to sit beside a Great Grandmaster?
Qingtian Cang was fine; he often saw Principal Wang, so he was very calm. Lu Chenzhou's parents were also unbothered. For ordinary people, breaking through their shackles already meant they were a big deal.
Only Old Ji was ill at ease and restless.
Lu Chenzhou smiled and said:
"Thank you to Master and seniors for their cultivation and support."
Principal Wang gently patted the nervous Old Ji next to him and smiled: "Ji Xuantong, you were able to discover such a Martial Arts Genius, your contribution is outstanding."
Ji Xuantong set down his cup and laughed:
"Principal Wang flatters me; it was Chenzhou who came to me on his own."
Lu Chenzhou said:
