After dinner, he returned to his room and dialed the number given to him.
After three rings, a voice, aged yet still commanding, came through:
"Hello? Who is this? This is Yang Zhaoxing."
"Good day, Senior Yang. I'm Meng Chuan. I didn't manage to take your call yesterday, my apologies…"
Immediately, a voice full of energy and as refreshing as a spring breeze replied:
"Cough... it's no problem. Your reputation precedes you, and you have great talent. Meng Chuan, I've heard much about you."
"... You're too kind, Senior Yang."
It took Meng Chuan a while to react, managing only to utter this sentence.
Old Grandmaster Yang started off with poetry, catching him completely off guard…
"Is Meng Chuan a local of Yong'an?"
"Yes, you can just call me Xiaomeng, Senior."
"You're a disciple at Northern United University, under Grandmaster Luo?"
"Correct."
"May I ask, Xiaomeng, how old are you?"
"... I'm 21."
