"Who is Zhou Leng?" the Black-bearded Dwarf shouted in very standard Mandarin.
Everyone looked towards Zhou Leng.
"Greetings, General Julu!" some dwarves shouted, a bit nervous, some excited.
Julu grinned, revealing a neat row of wide white teeth, and looked at Zhou Leng.
"Junior Zhou Leng greets Senior Julu," Zhou Leng clasped his fists in respect.
Julu grinned widely, showing his big teeth, and laughed heartily, "Good! Good! Good! How is it, getting used to living here?"
"Everything is great," Zhou Leng replied.
"Come on, let's chat in your room. You all continue with your cultivation."
Zhou Leng led Julu back to his room.
Julu entered the room, picked up an apple from the table, took a chomping bite, and while tossing the apple playfully, he chewed.
He paced around the room, looking here and there, not treating himself like an outsider at all.
After a round of wandering and finishing the apple, he cheekily jumped onto the table, sat at the edge, his legs swinging.
